i slept really well last night. standing in the shower i recall what i was dreaming about.
somehow, i had done the mafia some favours, and had gotten a check for 60 million SEK. i carried this check around and fell very lighthearted.
now. what do you think that i was going to do with all this money? in my dream, in what is supposed to be a bastion of the wild and unfettered imagination, what did i do with 60 million SEK? did i plan a trip to the moon or hire milla jovovich to sit on my face?
no. i was looking forward to paying my student loans, and my biggest concern was if i was supposed to pay tax on the money since they had originated from the mafia anyway.
so, to recoup: i am so boring right now that you cannot believe how boring i am. even my dreams are boring. seriously, stay away from me people, lest you catch whatever brain rot has me in it’s grip. i’m done for. think well of me when i’m gone or something.