Because my new Twitter addiction makes me ADD and incapable of writing a real post.

Here is the latest from the annals of Clover texting. And no. Not drunk.

Clover: In my dream last night I was pregnant with your baby and didn't tell you and felt terrible about it, but then I had the baby and it turned out to be a bunch of really cute kittens, so I told you that I'd been pregnant and gave you one of the kitties and you were stoked "because it looked like you". But it jumped out of your arms, ran into a wall and died.
Clover: Dreams are fucked, man.
Jacques: Woah
Jacques: That's bizarre. Did you eat McDonald's before bed?
Clover: Normally I hit up a Jack in the Box before bed, but this was sushi. Maybe there was some mercury poisoning going on. You were pretty inconsolable over the kitten baby.
Jacques: Can you blame me?
Clover: No way. It did look like you. I tried to give you one of the other kittens, an orange one, but it didn't feel like your son. Maybe the mailman had also knocked me up. That's where all redheads come from.
Jacques: The mailman!