Tossed and turned all night and woke up feeling crappy, so I called out sick. Bleargh.

I had the STRANGEST dream last night, involving discovering Warren G. Harding's body, re-burying it in Washington, and the funeral being an elaborate but hokey outdoor play (in the round, with the audience sitting on the ground), including interruptions by inappropriate laughter at the poor production and loud, obnoxious tourists not knowing they were walking into a staged funeral service.

WTF?