Piano Been Drinking Much?
The day couldn't have started out more ominous for me. It's not even 10:30am yet, and already I have found myself trapped at a summer camp, been chased by an oven-black lobster roughly the size of a toilet seat, although this was only after I had discovered that the neat $104 dollar bill I'd found was in fact counterfeit. (How was I supposed to know?) And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I was subjected to a small horde of Fraggle Rock and Sesame Street characters trying to break this token-generic-Anime-babe out from her cabin (though in their Muppety defense, they were under the influence of mind control at the time), which was really a bad thing since this token-generic-Anime-babe was trying to steal Mel from me.
If this is what it's like to remember your dreams, then suddenly I'm rather pleased to have had great difficulty recalling any prior ones for months on end.
In other news, I need to get my ears cleaned, since last night Mel made a comment to me, and I translated it as, "furniture gay." Which naturally perplexed me to no end, as I'm not used to giving furniture a specific gender, let alone a specific gender orientation.
Oh well.
Today's Lesson: as Freud himself once said regarding dreams, "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar." $104 dollar bills and maniacal tarantula-sized lobsters don't mean a thing...right? Right?!
posted by Phillip at 7:10 AM
