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Dear Readers,

Since Matt Drudge first posted the item at right, I have received no less than 3,459 emails from you, the loyal and fervent Gawker nation, requesting that I point out the sheer homo-osity of said image. I, however, had other deep thoughts to deal with (like, wouldn't it be amazing if Kevin Federline had a blog?) and write about (dude, Russell Crowe!) — and so here we are, after 5pm, and I've yet to call out Drudge for wearing a pink leather gimp suit to bed every night.

Truth is, today, I just can't do it. The shot is just too easy and, given my subconscious struggles as of late, I need to take a step back and work out my mental shit. It's my fault, I know, but tomorrow will be better. I promise.

If you've ever had a dream about Matt Drudge, I'm sure you understand why I need to take this one day off. And yes, I know plenty of you have had Drudge-infested dreams. Don't even act like I'm the crazy one here.