last night, i dreamed i had dinner with experimental embryos. a girl at the southeast corner of the table had a hard time articulating her thoughts; the scientist some seats to the north hypothesized that this difficulty could be attributed to how the girl's mother had been starved during the earlier embryonic stages.

"i have an i.q. of 174," i said. "my mother ate a lot."

it was supposed to be funny, and all i got were piteous daggers from the girl at the southeast corner.