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As he is wont to do from time to time, Mark will awaken me in the dead of night with a phone call, screaming that he has once again "had the dream." He never describes what exactly goes down in this dream, though hints are occasionally dropped between the disconsolate whimpers—last night, for example, I specifically remember him mentioning "the children," and "LASIK." There is no need for alarm, however, as if this turns out anything like last time, your Defamer editor will be located in a number of hours, albeit completely naked and attempting to engage the patrons of the House of Pies on Vermont Ave. in conversation. In the meantime, your less emotionally fragile associate editor is happy to take up the slack, and carry you through this final, Friday hurdle before your weekend.

-Seth