So last night in my dreams Amy Poehler gave me some acid and we went into a roller disco. Inside Michael Busch was wearing an elf suit and roaming around absent-mindedly. I tried talking to him but he was out of it. The next thing I know the Six Flags Guy comes screaming by on a sled (made sense in the dream) but I hate that guy so I grabbed him and threw him into a wall. Amy said I had to leave because I had broken his back and killed him. She didn't say it in a mean way, though. More like, "Alright, well, time to get going."
I think that means today's going to be good.