Bhagat

"I told the author about my limited English. However, he said big emotions don't come from big words, so I had no choice but to do the job. I hate authors."

Peace out.

Nightmares

I had a run of mini-nightmares in the past few nights of sleeping. I guess over the past five days or so. The first one was about canning - I dreamed that we were all on a canning trip, maybe even one with me as a trip leader, and it was Saturday morning and we didn't even wake up until 9AM! Which would be terrifying if I were responsible. In the second one, I think I dreamed that Jen (possibly someone else, but I'm pretty sure) was in my room trying to turn on my Christmas lights while I was laying on the futon, but they wouldn't go on. Sometimes they would light up dimly for a fraction of a second, but they would never work. Also terrifying, because the alternative is overhead fluorescent. The last one was that I had to carry my cat, Cocoa, a long distance by hand. That might not seem too bad, but Cocoa doesn't like to hang out with you for more than like ten seconds at a time, and I had to carry her like a quarter mile in my dream. And for no reason, too. That was pretty bad.

Also, who the hell decided to spell it fluorescent with a u-o?

Peace out.