general ennui

[coralzoa]

last night i dreamed that i was being pursued by a government conspiracy on christmas day. i tried hiding from the secret agent in a jewish restaurant, where my ethnicity was successfully concealed behind the folds of a kosher menu and a table full of hanukkah fruitcake. i then planned to escape the country at grand central station, but as i was swinging my way onto a train, the secret agent caught up with me and shot me three times, twice in the head. the dream cuts to a dramatic confrontation by the oceanside, in which i, resurrected, scream repeatedly, 'you killed me three times! you killed me three times!' in front of a jury of horrified peers.

this is because i watched the season premiere of 24 last night. also, i've been irrationally stressed out about the gaza strip.