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Firstly: Hopefully I'll get my CAQ stuff this month. If I do, Montreal is happening the weekend of July 29th. If I get them afterwards, then I will go up then, sometime in August. Also the next weekend I may try to slip away to Maine. Obviuosly everything else will be decided at the last minute, because last minute decision making has been so good to me in the past. I'm cooooming for you Max!
Secondly: I had ANOTHER recurring dream last night. The one where I'm in someone's house but everything is different and there are tons of secret rooms. I was in my apartment building in Montreal. First of all, it had red walls. And there was a doorman (the lobby was as dank as ever but there was a doorman sitting at a box there). And instead of just a sketchy back stairway there was a whole sketchy back set of hallways which led to more apartments, and the neighbors in these back apartments were having a party. The first living room also was flooded, and all the furniture was floating all over the place. Kevin Cinnamon was there.
Obviously I had sex with one of the neighbors, as I so often manage to do in my dreams. Although in the middle he just looks up at me and is like "you know I'm not gay right?". Then I stopped and went back to my flooded apartment.
I'm pretty sure I belong in a mental institution.
Secondly: I had ANOTHER recurring dream last night. The one where I'm in someone's house but everything is different and there are tons of secret rooms. I was in my apartment building in Montreal. First of all, it had red walls. And there was a doorman (the lobby was as dank as ever but there was a doorman sitting at a box there). And instead of just a sketchy back stairway there was a whole sketchy back set of hallways which led to more apartments, and the neighbors in these back apartments were having a party. The first living room also was flooded, and all the furniture was floating all over the place. Kevin Cinnamon was there.
Obviously I had sex with one of the neighbors, as I so often manage to do in my dreams. Although in the middle he just looks up at me and is like "you know I'm not gay right?". Then I stopped and went back to my flooded apartment.
I'm pretty sure I belong in a mental institution.