last night i married jerry seinfeld
for some odd reason, my nighttime sub-conscience has employed the mechanism of marrying me off to celebrities as a means of boosting my self-confidence. one night it's jack nicholson, another alfred hitchcock, and last night, jerry. with jerry, 4 hours was enough: sufficient to steal his best material, then ask for an annulment. i don't have a picture of jerry, so my friend here must do. those who read the stuff beneath my phone shot might recognize him as the inspiration for my "up to his nipples" comment. and yes, my confidence has soared.