"You speak like life was a matter of having one or two corneas."
I dreamt today that I was in the Hard Rock Cafe with Vin, this is my BFF, and Anloo, this is the neo-hippie metalhead I'm dating. We were all very hungry, but for some reason (namely that we only had like two euros) we were there to buy pins and not eating. But the cue to buy pins was so large, we had to sit down at a table to wait, and we started getting food served. Which I couldn't resist eating. Although I couldn't afford it.
God, it was such a fucking nightmare. O_o
Account of the last weeks/months would be complicated and cool, but in a twist of fate, I'm off to make myself an ID, seriously harm some stalker, and have dinner with my alcoholic friends. Cheers.