showy

Last night, I had a dream that I was taking photos of myself over and over again, in the manner of a friendless 15 year old who really totally needs a new MySpace profile photo, and then someone saw me, and I was so embarrassed, like maybe they will think I'm lame and self-absorbed for taking photos of myself? But guys, all the photos I was taking just weren't turning out!

Yeah, I don't know. In other news, I am going to finish my paper today. Or, um, finish a draft of it? I'm not going to pretend I won't hand it in like 20 minutes before the deadline, no matter how much work I do today. Still, I stayed home from The Best Volunteer Job in the World, and there's a Dear Astronaut show at the Borg Ward (the borg ward dot org, now that is a nice sounding domain name) tonight, so I had better get some work done today if I want to go to that show guilt-free tonight.

dichotomy

In my dream last night, I made up a new hairstyle (it looked awesome) and also lived in Europe or something. In my reality, I paid $28.50 in library fines and went to work. Oh, and I tried to recreate that dream hairstyle and... no.