Somnience

*crunch crunch* why do all flavors of Pretz taste the same, like chicken bouillon cubes?

Anyway.

I slept for 17 hours straight. That's a new record, I think. I had a dream where we were heading to Krispy Kreme, and J. made a wrong turn at the Grumman memorial, and I kept telling him to make a U-turn and he was ignoring me while babbling on about how wonderful donuts are. It was enervating to the extreme and I woke up in a fit of frustration. I considered requisitioning a late-night Krispy Kreme expedition but I figured I wouldn't chance the dream being prophetic. You don't screw around with donut fate.

I've been thinking about making t-shirts to supplement my regular art income. Who can tell me stuff about screenprinting and/or Print GOCCO systems? I would ask this guy I used to be friends with but I have no idea what happened to him. His name was Levi and he was a closet lesbian.

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Boooo scary scary, I'm the BANDWIDTH BURGLAR.

"'cause it's here that I've got to stay..."

Anybody else finding that AIM is kaput this morning? My eyes are tired and I thought I would just fart around annoying The Buddy List instead of actually working. Phooey.

There's nothing good in the house for breakfast. I want scrambled eggs and toast. With mushrooms. And orange juice. And Rice Krispies.

Time to wake hubby up and inveigle him into a diner trip.