I had a dream. All of my roommates (which reminds me - the one I hadn't met, Stan, turns out to be the Stan who was a new writer under me last year. Cathleen and I both editted his stories at targum) and I were cleaning the kitchen. I found this plastic mustard container just sitting in some random cabinet, so I removed it and accidentally squeezed mustard into my mouth. I hate mustard, it's evil and tastes like ass. So, I wasn't happy, and I like tried not to taste it as I went over to the sink to spit it out. But the funny thing is I started waking up at this point and actually spit onto my sheets! God, what if I had been doing something else?!