Last night I dreamed a space shuttle orbiter crashed while landing in nearby Norman while I was there, and the smoke plume followed me as I drove home. I also dreamed that Abby and I were repeatedly interrupted by midgets while attempting to be intimate.
My mindset was odd as I arrived at work. One of my first routine duties is to upload news content to the web, so I opened up the front page in Indesign to see a friend and coworker, whose name I won’t mention, in an orange jumpsuit.
This young woman is one of the people who routinely (and rightly) laughed at my jokes. She is bright and fun and… hmm. How do you go down that path?
Also of note: while reading our article, I realized I probably have all the ingredients to make meth. That doesn’t make me a meth maker, though, any more than having all the stuff to make pipe bombs (which I also probably do) makes me a terrorist.