Wed, 5:28: Dreamt Shobhit and I were on the run from the authorities, maybe Canadian ones. I remember a map of Washington State with international access points. We were cornered in a small Seattle restaurant and couldn't get out the back door so we stayed the night in an apparently indoor dumpster. When I woke up (still in the dream) I caught Shobhit filling out a form signing away our rights to them, according to him in order to protect me. One of them came in through the back door and said my turn to come with them was first, and it was all very relaxed and chill, except for a vague worry that somehow I would get deported specifically to Vancouver, B.C. I wound up in a room with three other people, which consisted of Annnie Lennox and Dave Stewart of Eurythmics, and a guy whose hair made him look like a human head of cauliflower. We were told to line up so they could inspect our haircuts, but not to worry, they were just looking to make sure there weren't any bugs.
Wed, 13:41: I don't support murder under any circumstance so when it comes to this vendor getting on my last nerve in a truly unparalleled way, my suggestion that we merely go to their facility and break all their legs is OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF MY HEART.
