Last night I dreamed that I was in the middle of a zombie apocalypse while watching a private Cirque Du Soleil performance in an opera house. I'm not really sure if it's a commentary on all the late nights (early mornings) I've been putting in lately or a result of the panic I feel at trying to comprehend how all the tiny little plastic pieces are supposed to fit together to create my son's Cub Scout Space Derby rocket.
