last night i had a dream. i was having trouble with a level in little big planet when all of a sudden a holographic image of oprah winfrey beamed out of my PS3. she was crying and laughing at the same time. it was very awkward. i could only make out a few words including "proud", "hope", and "chicago". i could only assume she was upset that rex grossman would be under center this sunday for the bears. i told her, yes, the bears were probably screwed, and then the reverend jesse jackson, dressed in a wolf blizter halloween costume, came out of nowhere and slapped me in the face. then i woke up drenched in sweat. or tears. not sure.
now i gotta go, that chain-smokin' potty mouth, rachael ray, is on and making something with a carbonara sauce. predictably, i'm mesmerized by her giant mouth.
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