Go Away, Dream Steve Buscemi.

I accidentally turned off my alarm in the morning, resulting in more sleep than I meant to get and a dream about Steve Buscemi in my former college dorm. It was significantly creepy, but the really weird thing is that's the second time I've had a dream with him in it in the last week. (I won't say it was a dream about him; it was more like he picked the lock to my subconscious and hijacked my imagination. Not okay, Steve Buscemi.

So to get my mind off of that before work, here are a couple of random items. First is a leaf from one of my basil plants. It's ginormous.


Second, a sunset. Sunsets are a good balm for bad dreams.

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