Last night, I dreamt that I was in the basement of the building where I work, hanging out with a baby that was smoking cigarettes and talking shit about people that I didn't know. Most of the time, he had this kind of old man voice, but sometimes he sounded a little like Snoop Dogg.

At one point he got quiet for a while, like he was just concentrating on his cigarette or something, then he looked up and told me--with obvious disappointment in his voice--that British men don't like to have their toes sucked.

After that I just remember sitting with him in silence for what seemed like a really long time. And then I woke up.

In other news, it's Halloween! To celebrate, here's a scary photograph of a scary vampire doing scary vampire stuff....