So far this week has been a week of celebrity visits. On Sunday night I dreamt about Sherlock Holmes. I stole his backpack and left him mine. I was trying to stay ahead of him. When he caught up to me I tried to convince him to sleep with me. I told him it would only be sex because I knew he'd never love me the way he loved Irene Adler. I don't think I was able to convince him that a romp would be good for him.
Last night I ran into Kevin Bacon, who was a teacher. He called a girl up to the front of the class to check her oral hygiene (by kissing her) and see if her kissing had improved. I walked out of the room.
Odd visits. I'm not a huge fan of either of these two guys, and actually, I don't find either one attractive.