I had the most amazing dream last night.  I went to my writer's group, which was in a Taco Bell.  Geoffrey Rush was also in my writer's group.  We decided to just stay at the Taco Bell after writer's group for the Oscars, which were being held there as well.  Geoffrey won.  We took the bus, and he let me hold his Oscar.

(That's what she said.)

I think it was my brain's way of compensating for the absolutely horrible night's sleep I had.  I mean, it was just an awful night.  I tossed and turned and kept waking up and then tossed and turned some more.  Usually I can pinpoint what stupid thing I did to cause a bad night's sleep (caffeine too late, slept in that morning, etc.), but I can't think of anything.  Ugh, I'm the kind of tired where everything seems sort of fuzzy and like you're moving about half a second behind the rest of the world.

I can't brain today.

I have the dumb.