SG urged me to mention this, so here goes:
Over the weekend I had a Cellar dream. It ended up being kind of a sporting event, but I knew some Cellarites would be there. There were long brick buildings with different team names printed on them, and I was looking for one dwellar in particular (I don't know why, I don't normally lust after people's typing.) I ended up seeing him in some event, with his CELLAR NAME on his hat. I went up and said "I knew you'd be here" and he gave me the sweetest little kiss.
Beyond that, I'm not saying a word. See, nothing good comes of cutting out the drinking: I sleep harder and dream better...or dream harder and sleep better (except I am penisless.)
