you know, i could talk about my run, but i'd rather talk about my dream instead. last night i had a dream that i was going to a cross country picnic with all you lovely people and jeremy brett, who is my all time favorite sherlock holmes actor, was going to be there. and i was so excited. but when i got there, he had already died. and I remember waking up at like four in the morning, sitting up, and clenching my fists in agony. oh cruel world. why could my life not have overlapped with my dearest jeremy?