I dreamt that Scott Baio gave me pink-eye. So when I woke up and pried open my streusel-encrusted eyelids, I thought "maybe it was just a dream." But after a few hours at the office I finally admitted to myself it was the real deal and came home (stopping first at Rafiqi's halal meat cart outside Grand Central for a tasty gyro platter to eat on the train -- I was hungry). So now I'm using Mojo's meds and hoping to sleep off the sore throat I've been enduring pretty much all week.