I frequently dream of my good friends, Diane Sawyer and Mike Nichols. Their happy marriage must be a powerful aphrodisiac for me. We have many adventures, Diane, Mike and Liz, and in the last one I had, she was expecting him home for dinner and I was supposed to be helping but then I had dropped his only good pair of pants in a big grease puddle. The thing about this dream is Diane never cooks dinner and Mike has plenty of pants. So figure it out, Dr. Freud!

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