I guess because House came on last night, I dreamed that I was House's girlfriend. We went to Burger King and got cheeseburgers for lunch, and had a picnic on this blanket that said "Long Live the Dundies!" on it (from The Office). We were sitting there, and he said, "I'M GLAD YOU'RE WEIRD." Then the recess bell rang and we went back to work.
I watch too much TV. And think about cheeseburgers too much.
I ran this by a few of my female friends, and they were all, "Yeah, well, you dreamed about House because House is hot." Interesting. I thought I just had a strange fascination with brilliant, surly old dudes with hidden English accents (probably traceable to reading Jane Eyre at 13, when such fantasies are most likely to be born...)
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