I can't remember many details, but I dreamed last night that I skipped out of church, shot up with smack, and went on a long jog--all before 10 a.m. on a Sunday morning. I'm a busy guy sometimes, you know? Oddly, the heroin had no effect on me whatsoever. I imagine that it probably would in real life, but I certainly don't plan to find out.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
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