What's The Difference Between a Duck?

Ah, life. So soft, so soothing, and yet so droll and sometimes rather evil. As of now, it's decent. Spring Break is on, so I'm good. Only thing that's got me worried right now, is that I've been watching a lot of movies, and then they blur together in my dreams. Granted, it can be entertaining, but it can also make me think I'm losing my mind, which is impossible, because I haven't seen it in years. For instance, last night I dreamed that mutant humans who were freakified with cancer cures were messing with Arthur Dent while Mr. Incredible plotted his daring escape in the glass room with the sedated mutant. Then Will Smith pulls out the Point of View gun and shoots some cartoons, but it accidentally was altered with some sort of Kryptonite, and the cartoons were sucked into New York. Figure that one out.