Okay, so there I am, sitting in a fancy dining room having a formal breakfast with legendary Broadway stars Angela Lansbury and Nathan Lane, when suddenly I realize I have absolutely no idea what either of them is talking about because all I can think of is how cool this is going to be to blog about.
At which point the alarm clock goes off and I snap awake, to discover that it was all just a lovely dream.
Only a dream.
For the love of God, people, now I'm even thinking about this cockenlocker blog thingie in my sleep.
Is there no escape?
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