Stupid Subconscious

Apparently, I was so upset over the Gophers victory over the Sioux (and UND's poor play) last night that I had a dream that I was hanging out with Mitt Romney. Worse, I was being passive with him even though I wanted to quiz him on some stuff. I was sitting right next to him, close enough to get a good whiff of the snake oil. Ugh.

The good news is that I eventually woke up. And a pal came over last night for the game and came bearing gifts: I still have a tallboy of Sapporo in the icebox that needs to be quaffed.