Rampage
Well, I have to say this trip to Amsterdam makes all my previous ones look like Christian youth group retreats. Though the Christian youth probably smoke less weed.
In a dream a couple of nights ago, I had a huge screaming fight with Rickey. Yes, that Rickey, my character. He was bragging about, all other things being equal, how much less of a mess he's made of his life than I have. This infuriated me: "All other things are NOT equal; you're cis and good-looking; you had a minor back injury and I'm permanently disabled; you're not a has-been; etc." And he was giving it right back to me, of course, mostly about my "delusions." I was like, "Boat, Billy Joel, Trollface, pfft, I'm over that" and he just looked at me like O RLY??? and I knew he was probably right. I hate it when my own characters pick on me.