Woke up and then immediately stood up. For the life of me I couldn't remember why the hell I was standing. I cracked Ted's classic joke and rubbed my eyes some more. Then I remembered I'd dreamt that I was eating some greasy fried plantain while having a particularly emotional conversation with Hugh Jackman (there was more to the dream but I'm not dredging it up). It was my intention to walk to the bathroom and wash the oil from my face. This is only the second time my dream thoughts have seeped into reality, and both times have happened within the last week. Heh. Funny.