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Daniella's play was on crack. Thoreau, Emerson, Walt Whitman, Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer, Louisa May Alcott, Emily Dickinson, General Custer and other random people who I've never heard of are all either gay or fucking everyone they see, and they all die at the battle of Little Bighorn. Whaa? It was so much fun to see people, though! And they did a really great job with the scenery.
Last night I dreamt I met Annbjørg. Her neck was fat and she was wearing a hideous old-lady dress. I tried to say "I love your music!" to her, but due to the overwhelming clumsiness I always have in dreams I wound up saying that to her bodyguard (?), and she never heard me.
Then, this morning I looked up the song "Hup Holland" on Google to find out how it came about, and the first link that came up was a website of erotic stories. In Danish. Why am I not surprised at all???
My tongue hurts. I think my body hates me.
Last night I dreamt I met Annbjørg. Her neck was fat and she was wearing a hideous old-lady dress. I tried to say "I love your music!" to her, but due to the overwhelming clumsiness I always have in dreams I wound up saying that to her bodyguard (?), and she never heard me.
Then, this morning I looked up the song "Hup Holland" on Google to find out how it came about, and the first link that came up was a website of erotic stories. In Danish. Why am I not surprised at all???
My tongue hurts. I think my body hates me.
