  Last night I dreamt that I stir-fried my clothes in BBQ sauce. The first thing I ate was a Harley Davidson shirt. I moved on to an argyle sock that my friend Patrick left in my room and it was really hard to eat. I distinctly remember trying to swallow it because I was in a hurry to meet someone (it was Ali....) but she ended up leaving anyway. I think maybe I chewed on my blanket a little. 
