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So I had a dream last night where I was at my high school(?) and Morrissey came by. I think he was supposed to be giving some lecture, but he and I ended up becoming besties and talking/eating cake the entire time, and we may have also gone ice skating. I’m not entirely sure.

This is also the reason I didn’t get out of bed for a while. I had to keep the dream going.
Though then I was just sent on a quest to find keys in some weird dream-world, so that was just pointless. 

Oh well.

I was actually good at drawing so I could draw a portrait of my fat cat, Chumley, and then just write “You’re the one for me, fatty” all nice around it.

These are the things I spend my time thinking about.