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So I've been awake for 24 minutes today. Got up, got coffee, sat back here and started the long process of making myself conscious. Also, read webcomics.
I had a crazy-ass detailed dream last night. I just remembered it five minutes ago, too. There was this artist, living in an apartment block that looked like it was built of corrugated steel. The building had the appearance of a bunch of lego blocks piled together, barely even attached. Somehow he had a large space where there was a ton of junk he built things from.
He could be called an artist, but that's not how he saw himself. It was hard to tell, anyway, since he spoke terrible English. He took apart half-broken electronics and machinery and put it together again, making things that didn't seem to perform any task in particular.
I was living in his house for some reason, probably as a stop while travelling. A friend was there too, but it wasn't anybody from real life. At one point I think the artist was trying to hit on my friend. Also, there was a beach in the distance.
Yep.
So yesterday's rainstorm! I had my window open all the way, with a towel on the ledge so shit wouldn't get sprayed so bad. And I was blasting Godspeed You! Black Emperor, and playing along with it a bit too. Their song Storm, appropriately enough.
Also, I got my bike fixed, fuck yeah. The guys at the shop apparently had 30 bikes to fix that day. While I was waiting for them to get my shit done, I was looking for a fixed gear bike to try out. They had none. Too bad. I wanna see what all this trendiness is about. Do people just not want to be able to go up hills?
I had a crazy-ass detailed dream last night. I just remembered it five minutes ago, too. There was this artist, living in an apartment block that looked like it was built of corrugated steel. The building had the appearance of a bunch of lego blocks piled together, barely even attached. Somehow he had a large space where there was a ton of junk he built things from.
He could be called an artist, but that's not how he saw himself. It was hard to tell, anyway, since he spoke terrible English. He took apart half-broken electronics and machinery and put it together again, making things that didn't seem to perform any task in particular.
I was living in his house for some reason, probably as a stop while travelling. A friend was there too, but it wasn't anybody from real life. At one point I think the artist was trying to hit on my friend. Also, there was a beach in the distance.
Yep.
So yesterday's rainstorm! I had my window open all the way, with a towel on the ledge so shit wouldn't get sprayed so bad. And I was blasting Godspeed You! Black Emperor, and playing along with it a bit too. Their song Storm, appropriately enough.
Also, I got my bike fixed, fuck yeah. The guys at the shop apparently had 30 bikes to fix that day. While I was waiting for them to get my shit done, I was looking for a fixed gear bike to try out. They had none. Too bad. I wanna see what all this trendiness is about. Do people just not want to be able to go up hills?