It’s 2pm and I’d rather be dreaming or maybe I already am and this is all just an unusually coordinated methodically oriented obscenely creative and ridiculously exhausting freaking dream! Or maybe it’s just nothing short of falling into a silent waking morning where your pets are speaking in another language and your food is trying to eat your insteads. Or maybe it’s all real and this isn’t a dream at all and we are all in it together! Oh shit! I shouldn’t have eaten that pizza before bed or smoked that pot or sniffed that glue or did that line or slit my wrists or popped so many pills or maybe it’s not me at all. Could it be? It’s not just me. It’s the whole world and we’ve all gone crazy. Is this madness the answer that will save me? Jesus Christ was a rock star and Britney is the Devil’s mistress. Damn I need some cracker jacks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!