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i think my dreams bled into my life again, or vice versa. i do remember there was a bicycle, and a humorously stereotypical old couple running a japanese restaurant that was fused with subway- played by the old couple that runs the japanese restaurant at kerrytown. only, the couple in my dream weren't constantly cheerful or anything like that, the couple in my dream were like... they were shooing me away from the back door until i flashed a clip of teh mad cash, then they simultaneously got drooly expressions and bowed and let me in. and their accents melted away and they told me about some weird art thing that was goin's on, but i didn't have enough money. then i remembered buying some sushi, and it turned out to be expensive as all hellfuck, and so some big huge guy walked out of the back room, and said that i could make up the payments, in twelve easy installments of get-my-ass-beat. then he proceeded to collect on the first one. then i woke up. but i kept the sense of emptiness that i had in the dream with me. then again, my life might have bled into the dream first.
i hate my house. i really do. i want to get the fuck out of here. this place just makes me too depressed.