So, I never have dreams. I mean, I *have* dreams, like aspirations and whatnot, but I don't dream while I sleep. Or, at least, I don't recall them when I wake up.
But last night I totally had this dream about Muzzard that basically involved us getting into arguments, screaming at each other, walking away from each other, following each other, arguing some more, and then somehow, after 5-6 of these episodes, reaching a quiet detente in the back of a London taxi. And no, that "detente" is not a euphemism. We literally were too tired to continue arguing.
And then I wake up and see that he lost to Janko. Weird, is all I'm saying.
But enough about Muzz. Here, without further ado, is some love for Janko. Because there haven't been very many opportunities this year:
Love, indeed.