My dreams have been very specific. Pastors with crab legs instead of human ones, freaking out when babies cry, and trying to eat the squealing little ones. Girls in love with boys who have mooseheads, but only cause they feel they must me. Hiding in back rooms from the demonic baseball bat eating ushers. Finding safety with Folk I barely know in the waking life, but seem to know very well in the dream life. I just woke up from that. It could be the fact that my estranged imagination is venturing back into my skull, or it could be the fever that is still coursing through my tissues.

Listen to the National!!!

Take mucinex!!

Love Advil!!


Read a Book!!!



Say wizard at least three times aday !!!