Just woke up from another TV news dream. I was in some newsroom somewhere when an executive producer came in (it was Desiree, for the two or three of you who know who she is -- I haven't heard from Desiree in ten years or more) and told us we were all being transferred to a TV station in Canada.
Suddenly, we were all magically transported there.
The first thing I noticed was that all the toilets in all the rest rooms there were, well, um, full, and unusable. And then I woke up.
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The difference between the newsroom of your dream and actual Oklahoma City newsrooms seems to be that, in the dream, the shit stayed in the toilet instead of going out on the air.
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