Mmm, doughnuts

Had a great night's sleep. Feeling much better today. Dreamt that Cris and I had come into possession of an aging six-story apartment building on the edge of downtown of a small city. I was gong around meeting the residents.

Now here's a great story:

Naranjo reveals himself to be both ruthless killer and forlorn teenager. He closes his letter with a quotation from Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein" about the inevitability of a tragic destiny, then he follows it with: "P.S. LONG LIVE GLAZED DOUGHNUTS & DREW BARRYMORE."

You have to love a mass murderer who spells "doughnuts" all the way out instead of just writing "donuts."