i feel like my dream life is working on the bafflement and sadness of my waking life but i can't remember what the work entails. there's just a residual feeling when i wake up like i'm coming back from work. and then olive comes and lays on my belly and purrs, it's time. obama's minions may be raising his 10 ton letters after days of wind and grounding. the empire may be bombing somewhere today. ice may be breaking heads.