Isn’t it weird how our dreams can totally shape our psyche for the day.

Just last night I went to bed thinking that today was going to be what we call in the biz, ‘my day.’ but it’s certainly not shaping up to be.

And I can’t help but think I should have known this when I abruptly woke up after having a dream that that wife on Mad Men was trying to beat me to death with the leg from a danish teakwood credenza.

That was weird, no longer am I staying up late watching AMC while I eat cheese popcorn I found in the back of the cupboard.