I had a strange dream this morning. I dreamed I was at a local B&N, and I saw a man with gray hair over at the James Woods section of the store (apparently in my dream Mr. Woods is an author as well as an actor). Upon closer inspection I realized that it was indeed James Woods, and as I watched him from a few aisles away, he was checking his section up and down to see how well-stocked this particular store was with his wares. “What a narcissistic bastard!”, I thought to myself. “I need to send this to Gawker Stalker, ASAP!”

Turns out he was giving some sort of lecture or something. In the lecture hall (because apparently they have those as well at B&N in my dreamworld), I had left my laptop at one of the desks, and I was trying to sneak in such that I wouldn’t disturb the lecture. I knew that if I threw James Woods off of his game, he would tear into me like a hawk into a chihuahua, so I very carefully crept to the desk, retrieved the laptop, sent my email to tips@gawker.com, and the world marveled at my fantastic sighting.