The bar was full in the basement of my mind and i read the manual, my buddy hunched over on a stool beside me. “it’s a cinch he said” not really, though, because people don’t speak in dreams. (i ascribe to them 50‘s slang expressions) my beer was magically empty and others were magically full studying alien life forms in this book this manual and wanting to puke. dreaming is stressful and so is life. where is the best place to hang a bathrobe?
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I've been sleeping in my bathroom, on cushions from my sofa pressed up between the toilet and my shower because my futon is infested with bed bugs and the traffic is too loud in the main room. Needless to say, this is a very relaxing life situation. Since I'm unemployed, I train for imaginary jobs in my sleep with my childhood friend... superb.