I spent all night last night typing up a brief and most of today in court fighting with a client (long story). So I figured I'd reward myself with a cigar, some lemon gelato, and a nap. It's the little things, right?
So I dream I'm in some weird kung fu movie or something - I was Scholar Ling, being trained by Master Li who ended up being the emperor's long lost supposedly dead brother, Sun Li the Glorious Strategist.
If that isn't some racist, fake dim sum bullshit, I don't know what is. The fuck, brain.