Waking up from a dream starring your best friend (except with hair belonging to another buddy of yours, with a scary 60s headband in pink) as an FBI agent somewhere around the Senate, partnered with another agent played by Samuel L. Jackson, and the two of them coming down a hallway into the area in a dance number that looks across between Men In Black and West Side Story (as choreographed by Hansen and the Backstreet Boys) ... entirely surreal.
(The hair? Belonged to
The Green Glitter Incident, establishing that Shawn does not, in fact, have a monopoly on Bad Physics Moments.
I made chicken fried rice tonight. Heavy on the five-spice, light on the garlic, but I'll get better at it as time goes on. It was supper, there are six iterations freezing for lunches, and there's a nice large container of it in the refrigerator. We'll see who gets to it first.