Last night when my sister and I came home from Old San Juan, her husband was watching America's Next Top Model. I wasn't yet ready to shower or go to bed, so I watched it with him (I still believe the show is dumb... but whatever). As I was sleeping, I dreamt that I was in a male version of the show, and we contestants were taking a small plane to an island (much like the plane we just took to the island of Vieques and back). The pilot was getting upset, and demanded that the next person to talk be thrown from the airplane. That person was the flight director, or something like that, so we opened the door and threw him out. Fortunately, we had just taken off so the ground wasn't TOO far...