this is just to say

[in_love_rooted]

that last night I dreamed of a militant sect of Jehovah's Witness(es?) who commandeered my living room for their prayer meeting, and whose mustachioed leader tried to seduce me during the prayer. I might have been inclined to let him,* but the meeting was interrupted by news of a car crash involving the woman who (in real life, outside of my dream) has been faithfully trying to convert me by showing up on my doorstep and demanding to know which version of the Bible I read. But while I searched my heretical Bible for verses to defend my belief that Jesus is/was God, someone bombed a post office to some righteous end which remained a mystery to me, but it didn't matter because I had some ancient camera that would provide me the photographic scoop of the decade.

*Sorry, honey. It's like you say - the things that are in this head of mine. I promise, I have no yearning for cult leaders, mustachioed or otherwise.