Okay, so I dreamed meenk had a baby and gave it to me for safekeeping, with the express instructions that I was not to let Joan Lunden get it. So I'm taking care of the baby, which was relatively nice, since it didnt poop or cry but did pee often. I went to give it a bath in the kitchen sink with some nice Dr. Bronner peppermint soap, when this bald doofus shows up and orders me with the baby into this red biplane, something like the Red Baron had, or a crop duster. Then he flew us to this beach in southern Cali and who was waiting there but JOAN LUNDEN! With an EVIL LAWYER that looked like a cross between Charles Manson and Bruce Vilanch! She relieved me of the baby and declared giddily that she was going to name it Emily, which is much more amusing awake than it was in the dream, where it seemed perfectly reasonable. I was quite pissed, since I had been entertaining ideas of raising the meenkling myself and putting it in a tower like Rapunzel.
I think I should do more drugs.
I think I should do more drugs.