Friday, February 27, 2004
Nothing freezes my heart more than the words I'm about to type (except perhaps, "I've got a joke for you", soon to be covered on the Correct Opinion), but I'm breaking my own rules here: I had a really weird dream last night. I dreamt I was being hunted down by the Terminator and D. from work. I was still sending files out from some mysterious house, some of them to a creature which I think was animated and drawn by Picasso. Four heads and four feet. It was fucking terrifying.
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