I just dreamt that I was Wigward. My sleep schedule is effed up for the week, as I have been covering our morning show. That requires me to get up at 4 a.m. I usually don't have to get up before 8 a.m. When I have to do the morning show, I can't sleep but a few hours out of fear that I will oversleep. So, once the show is over, I've been going out to my car for a 90-minute nap. I must have been in some serious REM sleep, b/c I dreamt that I was Pluggy, finishing my grueling work "week" at Sirius. First, I stopped at a jewelry store operated by Steven Singer. I told them that I needed "a shiny trinket for Beef." They complied and handed me something in a plain, brown paper bag. As I was walking out, a customer yells, "Hey! That guy didn't pay!" I scream back, "I pay in plugs, no one else!" Next thing I know, I'm in a basement. I'm happy my work week is over, but when I look down at the bag, I realize that I will soon have to meet w/ the Polish Princess. I scratch my hair system vigorously and then smell my fingers. I lock the door, close the window blinds and begin to log-on at the Shed when I wake up. Weird, huh? I wonder who I was logging in as.