Where little streams of alcohol come a-tricklin' down the rocks.

I'm watching Tom and Jerry and they appear to be on the same side in this episode. They're fighting for the same cause (taking care of a children-of-the-corn-looking baby) and helping each other out. I'm not sure how I feel about that. A friend of mine once commented on how it was fun to watch Tom and Jerry while stoned, mainly because of how Tom launched into the sky and held his ass in pain while screaming like so: "YEEEEEEEEEEEEOW." I agree with him, that is really funny.

I know how redunant it gets for you the reader to read about dreams I've had and for me the journalist to write about them. I'll just have you know that my dreams as of late have all been disappointing. Most of them involve being back in school and having to finish all the work I abandoned. One of them involved crashing my car yet again. And last night I had a dream that I was laying in bed awake. I'm still not sure if I ever fell asleep.

Anyway, it's time to make the donuts.