I just woke up and am not photogenic so here’s my friends’ kitten, Tesla.
I think I am now in the “medications do weird things to me” phase of treatment.
I dreamt Pharrell was in my kitchen with a bunch of judges and we were trying to learn two things: how to make a good turkey flat wrap with country music on the side, and an indie 8-bit concept-punk game. (Yes it was sponsored by tumblr, why do you ask)
At one point he panicked and I had to talk him down from using HAM, which was banned… So naturally, red versus blue bass pumped low riders follow and we do that instead of the contest.
What hell, medications.