i have just woken up and remembered strange dreams. Maybe it's the heat or maybe it's my lack of getting out so my imagination is biting me in the ass. My dreams were this cavalcade of foreign people sleeping in my house, bowling in the ghetto and being robbed outside this food place named "Ghettos", dreaming out the philosophy of Johnny Garrison (apparently he doesn't exist because i couldn't pinpoint where in some social contract it said that Johnny Garrison was, indeed, living in the United States) and going to school in Antarctica to learn about what it was like to be cold where all my friends were going to the rival school in Greenland. But for some reason, i was boarded on the Tanner Family yacht and Joey and I wrestled. "Stop being in love with West Point!" he shouted at me but I said, "it doesn't matter Joey, because that's only just the beginning." Danny Tanner called me down to breakfast, told me to call him Dad, and burned the breakfast hamsteak.
Now, tell me something, if you had dreams like that...wouldn't you be scared???
More on my day later when, in fact, I am more pissed off and have actually gotten work done.
So long, suckers!