Free Martha Stewart

I recently had a funny dream (another naptime one, those are the most restful I think) in which the later part of it involved meeting Martha Stewart at a party. I was in the green room of some kind of fancy event, the specifics of which are unclear or completely forgotten. So I was hanging out at the punch bowl and scoping the sea of celebrities, most of them musicians or such. Then Martha Stewart, who seemed a little tipsy, came up to me and started telling me her life story.

So the rest of the dream told like one of those made-for-TV biographical movies, about Martha Stewart. It was like she was a rock star. It started out with her in the beginning, touring with some close friends in an old van, and then as she got more successful the tour buses got bigger and the entourage got noisier. There was this one part where she was with her old mates and they all got drunk at a rest stop and decided to explore some sewers, and then one of them got killed, and it scarred her life forever. She was suddenly on some highway of self destruction, and she did all these drugs and all kinds of classic crazy rock star shit.

Martha fucking Stewart. Haha.