Why do I keep having sex dreams about Martin Sheen?Okay I guess the answer to that one is kind of obvious.
Let's try again.
Where did my creative spark go?
Answer has to be that it's buried somewhere. Under what? Under piles of rubble, falling rocks, locked in a concrete bomb shelter (sealed with duct tape, but of course!).
Tell me, how do you know you're not dreaming this?
