Last night, I had a dream that I married Danish director Lars Von Trier. It was the Von Trier from a certain film of his wherein he was wearing a tuxedo and sitting at a desk. I wonder what this means, particularly since the dream came in the wake of a conversation that occurred between myself and The Beard. I was feeling rather glum, thinking about how everyone I know is announcing engagements and wedding dates and *gasp* pregnancies, when he happened to inquire as to why I was feeling glum. Finally, unable to worm my way out of answering, I said, "I am jealous of all the girls getting married."