We're boobie friends, but we're not crotch friends.
I'm assuming it came from a dream, but I have no memory of it at all. Although I do remember something about being naked with a gay priest at some reunion party.
Did some soldering tonight. Hosed up badly enough to start over tomorrow. Did some facade touch-ups, happier than I was this morning in the harsh light of day. SNAFU with Gravediggers means pickup won't be until Thursday morning-- and the setup is planned for Thursday noon. Cutting things a bit close, but not to panic. If all else fails, I have my trailer.
Sleep now, or forever hold your peace.