"Last night I dreamed I went to Lieu's bathroom again . . . "

I was having some hot chocolate in a paper cup today. Not a good idea. Tasted like wax. So I went into the ladies’ room and poured it out in the sink. Where the hot chocolate splashed up the sides of the sink. And I promptly shrieked with laughter and couldn’t talk for five minutes–do you know what a bathroom sinkful of hot-chocolate splash looks like?

I mopped it up very carefully. And thought of Lieu.

Ah, crap. . .