I just dreamt that some female Ukrainian shop keeper kept trying to touch my...aghem....you know. And all I wanted to do was buy a second-hand book. I also dreamt that I finally flipped with dad and knocked him out. Looking back on the dream it was fucking funny. But if it actually happened - probably not so funny. Maybe one day we'll find out? I'll be sure to let you know.
I think I'm still drunk.
*stands up* Yep. Still drunk.
What a disgrace. I need to start taking more care of my body. All it had yesterday was a bowl of cereal in the morning and floods of beer for hours.
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