An American Werewolf in London

So, a few nights ago I had a dream about this guy. If you don't know who he is, he's Griffin Dunne. Dude who got mauled by the werewolf in An American Werewolf in London. Was also the lead in one of my favorite movies, After Hours. He was also in that stupid movie, Who's that Girl? (with Madonna). And played the dreamy writing teacher in My Girl. (And his dad was Dominick Dunne). Anyway, back to the dream--he and I were hooking up on the side (I wasn't married in the dream, but we both were involved with other people)--I'm pretty sure that aspect had to do with the fact that I was on a Scandal marathon bender. ANYWAY, he kept encouraging me to write. Wouldn't let up until I told him that I had, in fact, written a book but it didn't sell well, so I gave up on writing. He said it didn't matter--I HAD to write another book. Then I woke up.

*This is brought to you by the sheer boredom I've been enduring since 9 a.m. Have not done one bit of work since I've been here. Help me.*