Sunday afternoon I was having a nap. I dreamt I was making out with [a certain redhead] when suddenly the action froze and Satan himself appeared before me, wearing a suit and tie with cherry Doc Martens and chewing on an unlit cigar.

“You like this dream?” he said. “I can fix you up with more like this. Sure, no problem. Plenty more where this came from. But in return, you have to do something for me.”

Satan told me that I would need to make my blog more evil by putting it on Movable Type and changing the look so it was all red and black. And that’s how I wound up spending my Sunday evening.

Word up, Lucifer, how ya like me now.

My work is done. I’m going to bed.