I can't believe I just remembered that I had a dream that I knew Hanson last night. It was such a good part of my dream, that quickly turned into a horrible dream about living in a house with no floors, only water. And I had to clean this house, and a friend of mine, who isn't even really a friend anymore, was arguing with me and making really rude comments and I had to keep jumping in dirty water in order to swim away from her.

But the first part had something to do with Taylor Hanson being my Instagram friend as well as a real life friend, which is sort of too much for me to think about at 8:41 in the morning after a horribly traumatic dental experience yesterday. Or ever, really.