Portrait of an Insomniac

Yawn.

I'd venture outside in the pre-dawn darkness of Raleigh, but I fear being attacked by bands of nocturnal squirrels.

I had a really bizarre dream about having to make a collage for my boss demonstrating the top ten things about my home life that make my work life more productive. One of the list items was "rubber bands and gourmet foods." Why they were in the same line item, I know not. There was also a scene that involved me stealing a bicycle and then secreting it away inside a McDonald's. Branded dreamscapes; can that be monetized? Really, this may be a qualified illness.

The winning entry was a series of Photoshop images of someone's wife levitating while performing yoga.

I swear: all I had for dinner was some risotto, fish and a tiramisu.