I had the strangest dreams:
People were telling me to cut my hair and shave.
I was snorting my old ADD medication.
I fell in love with a musician but it seemed she was in love with my mom.
I ran around SF like some kind of deranged junky in a moving truck, then i met some new friends and we got wonton soup and calamari that was DEFINITELY not calamari. I think it was chicken.
Anyway it was delicious and it had teriyaki sauce on it and I ate it all and there was pad thai at some point and a big joint and more junkies driving around in moving trucks.
I am sick but apparently I am sleeping well.
In other news cuddle cravings are through the roof and I’m about to start manifesting individual personalities for my pillows..