I had the weirdest dream last night.

I dreamed I was asked to speak at a comedy festival. It was some kind of roast or event honor someone famous. It was so weird, because I spent the better part of the dream trying to come up with something funny to say. I was dryer than Rosie O’Donnell at a Chippendale’s review. Maybe it was an omen that when you try too hard at something, you’re bound to fail.