What the hell is my pillow stufed with?

So, last night I dreamed that I was a Jumper that lived in a cave and raised talking chinchillas.

...

Oh, don't look at me like that. Like you've never thought about it.

Also, thoughts from work: if you're going to circulate an internal newsletter encouraging staff to read a banned book available in the library, then say so plainly. Mass-emailing the newsletter under the header 'Commit a Subversive Act Next Week!' is just inviting the trouble of an active imagination.