A Midsummer Night's Dream....

This post is NOT about weddings, fairies, actors, or asses.  It's about the juiciest dream I've ever dreamt.  It DID NOT involve sex, drugs, or rock and roll.  It involved a twenty foot cheese pizza and one naked girl (me).  I've almost completed two full weeks on the OptiFast diet and, although I don't crave this savory Italian wonder during the day, I long for it in the bowels of nighttime when my true intentions are revealed.  I don't want sex.  I don't want diamonds.  I want pizza.  I want the cheese to ooze all over my taut (soon will be) body, drip into the dark crevices of my psyche, and dominate my very soul.  In other words, I WANT PIZZA!