This dream deja vu is just weird enough that I'm almost okay with it. This version of me is a lot more messed up this time around, maybe that makes it easier. Not to mention that apparently we're "murder husbands" now. Murder husbands. I even woke up to find that issue of TattleCrime mixed in with the morning papers.
On that note, what does a guy get his murder husband for his fiftieth birthday?