stuck in the middle

I don't know what makes last night's dream odder than usual. Is it:

1. Me jogging around Makati?

2. Me jogging?

3. Me jogging around Makati and joining a fun run-type thing sponsored by Susan Calo Medina (who, thankfully, is not swanning about half-naked in a sarong like she usually is but actually dressed in jogging gear)?

4. Me joining a fun-run thing and agreeing to run all the way to E. Rodriguez Avenue from Paseo de Roxas?

5. Torchwood rolling up in their Torchwood (TM) SUV? Yeah, even the Miracle Day crew.

6. Captain Jack leering as he pulled out the Official Fun-Run Jogging Gear which wasn't even really jogging gear but khaki pants and a too-tight t-shirt straight out of the Pre-Teen Department at SM?

I don't know. I just don't know.

Calling F.H. Batacan -- perhaps this can serve as material for your next Filipino murder mystery?

[NYTimes] Sinatra Song Often Strikes Deadly Chord

The My Way Murders? The Sinister Sinatra Mystery? The Karaoke Killings?

/maybe I should take a crack at it
//my Abelard-and-Heloise medieval detective team idea having fallen by the wayside