So, how come I have had an extremely vivid (perfectly G-rated) dream including Jason Isaacs last night? In fact, it seemed so real, it took me a moment to realize I had been dreaming. I hate this shit. After all, I'm not a screaming fifteen-year-old girl (and I swear, even at fifteen, I wasn't the type). And I really don't know what the fuck Jason Isaacs was doing in my dream since all I had been doing yesterday was staring at pictures of Mark Hamill, Randy and Gale (yeah, I love the pics, too), and Justin Timberlake (
_lisalisa_, I am working on your header ;)). My mind is a traitor.
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