Because of my cure for boredom last Friday (which I blogged about here) Amy came up to me yesterday at work...

Amy: Last night I had this dream that Brad Pitt worked in the library.
Me: Really?
Amy: Yeah. For some reason or another everyone had called in sick and I had to teach Brad how to work at the reference desk.
Me: (laughing) How'd that go?
Amy: I don't think he did too well. You know how Brad is. But I figured it wouldn't really matter how he did or if he screwed up, because everyone would just forgive him and be fine with whatever he did.
Me: Because he's Brad.
Amy: Right. I mean, you don't really care what information he's giving you. He can do no wrong.
Me: (sigh) All because of that Vanity Fair cover.

I'm so glad I have the power of suggestion over Amy's dreams now.