My precious Mary Elizabeth Winstead is at Sundance this year, promoting her new movie SMASHED, about a drunk couple who have problems when one of them goes on the wagon. I don't know from alcohol, but I always get drunk on MEW. Such a nice little buzz to have in the morning first thing, waking up to those big ole brown doe eyes staring back at me. Doesn't matter how shitty I might feel about the upcoming week at that point. MEW always perks me up. I can only imagine how ebullient I would be were she actually present as a real, physical person lying next to me. I might actually become chipper at that point, perhaps jaunty, lighthearted or even perky. I don't think I'd recognize myself anymore. I'd have to keep my driver's license nearby, just so I knew who I was beyond my new identity as the goofy, smiling guy who wakes up next to MEW every morning.