So I'm hanging out in Patrick Duffy's bathroom (don't ask), and he comes out of the shower and asks me how I'm doing.
"Not bad", I reply. "How are you?"
His response: "It's the damnedest thing. I went to bed last night certain that Theo Epstein left the Red Sox 3 months ago, walking away in a gorilla suit mumbling something about Misery Loves Company being dormant. Then, I wake up this morning and find out that it was all a dream; Theo's the GM and Executive VP of the Sox, and Whitney's in mid-season form."
"Huh. Guess you picked the wrong time to stop sniffing glue."
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