miserere nobis

Last night I had a dream that my friend Nicole kept morphing into an old Chinese man who played a mean fiddle. She would just be hanging around, then all of a sudden she would be gone and this guy would be running around like crazy playing the fiddle!  It was awesome.

Imagine this guy (pictured) meets Fiddler on the Roof meets a bluegrass competition. That's what it was like.

Later, I left a container of chocolate ice cream in someone's truck and it exploded and coated the entire cab with melted ice cream.

The end.