I dreamed that I woke up one morning and my hair was fluffy and gorgeous and thick and went down to my knees. My first act was to make Princess Leia buns. Hmm, I must have done something right. I’ve noticed that in my dreams, hair symbolizes status and general good karma. *ponders*

In other news, this makes my morning. Zombie! Kicked puppy! Evil chipmunk ninja mastermind!