When I went back into my bedroom just now, I noticed that I had written something on the whiteboard next to my bed. I hazily remembered waking up last night in the middle of a dream and thinking, “Ooooh, this is really important. Write it down or you will forget.” This is what I wrote down: “Chocolate control technology!”
Do you recall Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy? I’m also reminded of the Michael Keaton character in Night Shift recording his ideas into a dictaphone and of my own marijuana-induced jottings, irrefutable evidence that I’m not an idea man.