Last night I had a dream that Lindsay Lohan asked me to buy drugs for her, since I was apparently going by the neighborhood where she gets drugs. She even gave me a list of drugs she wanted. I only really read one of the entries on it, and it was written in binary code, as in “1011101”. I wondered what the hell kind of drug that was. The total price on the list (she had indicated estimated costs) was $14k. The dream also included every other neurotic dreamy neuroses I have in my dreams, which unfortunately are not blog-appropriate, or even waking-life appropriate.