Thanks for nothin', brain

About 20 minutes ago, I was having a really hot dream where I was just about to bone Naveen Andrews! And then I woke up. Horny to say the least... stupid.

Dear brain/mind/self,

If you ever get to have that totally fucking weird dream again, and Naveen Andrews happens to be in it again (as a, for example, mannequin that comes to life) and you're seriously like 2 seconds away from boning him, LET YOURSELF KEEP SLEEPING SO YOU CAN GET TO THE GOOD STUFF! Jesus!

Love,
You