I had a dream the other night. In that dream, children were asking me to protect them from a monster, the “Purple Lady.” When I got to the office I took a minute to draw her out, just to get her out of my mind. This is the beauty that I spent my night dreaming about:

I have no idea what the dream means, or what the Purple Lady signifies, but I think the more pressing question should be: how late is too late to have pizza and beer before bed?