Confession
I’m pretty sure last night, in addition to another “trapped in a washroom I cannot escape where all the stalls are dirty and unsuitable for usage so I was freaking out because I needed to pee” nightmares, I dreamt that I made out with Jamie Oliver just so he would cook for me. And then his wife was there and she was fine with it because apparently it happened all the time.
It made me incredibly uncomfortable. This reflects poorly on everyone involved (me).
