Are you sitting down?

I had the weirdest dreams last night. I dreamt I was flirting with Anthony Bourdain for hours and he was about to kiss me, flash, next scene, he is fat and sitting on a curb trying to bum a cigarette from someone. Then, my next dream of the night, I'm flirting with one of my extremely hot X-boyfriends and we are about to get it on...when he says his stomach hurts and goes into the bathroom for 2 hours. Never see him again. I would never cheat on Mr. Cocaine in real life...but, come on! Brain, throw me a bone here! I'm disgusted. What does this have to do with knitting? Absolutely nothing. Thank you and goodbye, for now.