So after a ridiculous REC league hockey game on Sunday night, in which a player on the other team broke his ankle, and I was on the receiving end of an intent-to-injure retaliatory body-check, I was wired on Slushy. So I didn't get to sleep until late, and I had to use my dad's cell phone's alarm clock to wake me up the next morning. So I dreamt that it didn't work and I overslept. Except I woke up in a dark room studio and there were no lights. So I had to use the cell phone as flash light. Then someone comes in and goes "THAT'S where it is." He grabs the cell phone and says he's been looking for it, since it has all the phone numbers of the kids he's got to pick up. Turns out he's like a mini-school bus driver. So then that reminds me of the non-existent Arrested Development episode, where Tobias takes Buster on a small van-bus with a bunch of kids to a kids tennis tournament, where Tobias can coach Buster to victory. HOW DOES MY BRAIN WORK???