Last night I had a dream that I had moved to Costa Rica and was running some sort of crazy writer's commune-y thing. And also, dating Eddie Izzard. Who lived there solely for the purpose of making me laugh.
None of it sucked.
Apparently, I need a vacation.
The thing about needing a vacation, though, is that generally? The time when you most need one is the time when you absolutely can't have one. I don't know what's up with this whole formula, but it has to go.
Until then? Eddie and I will be in Costa Rica. At least, in my imagination.
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