I had a dream last night about Scott.
I was sitting ina restaraunt, reading MAry's book, when I look over and see Scott and Mary and the table next to me. It's a younger Scott. They seem distant at first, but then they start playing around and Scott's laughing and play-hitting Mary on the arm (domestic abuse charge, anyone?).
Then I go to the toilet and call my friend to tell her, but she's at a painters exhibition in Buenos Aires and can't talk. Then I wake up.
It's all this talk about Spazz, I'm telling you. It's actually made me miss Mary, and I never thought I'd say that.
Scott looked cute and happy though..