Let's get straight to the point. If dreams are any indicator of mental stability, I've clearly gone more insane than 90% of the inmates at Arkham Asylum. Last night, I dreamt that I needed to eat my own hands to survive being stranded in the woods. So, I poured ketchup all over my fingers and chomped away. When I gobbled down my last finger (my left pinky), I looked up and realized that I was not in fact stranded in the woods. Rather, I was in the warm comfort of my own home and had no reason to eat my own hands in the first place. Yup, I've gone crazy. Have a great day, dogsie!
- East Side Dave