Last night’s dream: I was an eight year old, slightly retarded, Mexican boy. I was in public school and for the final project I had to read from a picture book in front of the class, but instead of reading from the book I gave a speech declaring my love for a little, blonde girl in the class. I gave a beautiful and moving speech. When I was done the teacher drew me over and told me that, yes, what I had said was very nice but she’d have to flunk me because I didn’t read from the book. When I woke up I was crying. That Steeler game really messed me up.