The other night, I had a dream about Michael Keaton. I remember nothing about the dream other than him being a total asshole, and my dream-self told someone, sheesh, Batman…
Good morning, internet. It's a bright shiny day in Providence, I'm in a fantastically loud courthouse hallway, I desperately need more coffee, and my ass is cold. We spent yesterday,…
Sunday. I managed to get a sleep best described as "meh". When he was choosing our Saturday night movie, I insisted we weren't watching a horror movie last night, because…