I had the weirdest damn dream this morning:

Mostly I was a drummer in a strip club. This is strange for several reasons:

a) I’ve never, ever been a drummer because

b) I have zero rhythm, like none, at all.

c)Matt Smith showed up at some point and started dancing in that weird drunken giraffe way and even in the dream my brain was like “yeah, no”

And I can’t even blame cold medicine. I didn’t take anything last night.