I can't believe it's post 45

Last night I had the weirdest dream of my life so far. And that's saying something.

I was playing a game called PornStar RPG, which is a first-person shooter. You go around and talk to people, complete seemingly unrelated Dance Dance Revolution-style minigames, collect useless items, and snowboard. Despite the title it seemed only slightly sex-related; the only nudity was one hairy fat guy holding a sausage. Although there were girls tugging at their clothes. I don't know. I don't know if my mind is trying to tell me something, and if it is I don't want to know what. Life is confusing enough already.

We're fire and ice, she and I, and it's becoming blatantly obvious which is which. I ran my hands under the tap; even under the coldest setting it still felt warm. My body is just insensitive to cold. I can't explain it.

I always knew music affected me, but I'm only just starting to realize how much. Pain! Every time I heard that it felt like I had been stung. This explains a lot.

Elbow sex! But seriously, what would you do if you found a transvestite in your cereal? Seriously, what would you do?

I always laugh when I'm about to say something absurd. I can't help it. But I was THIS close to taking the cheeseburger seriously.

Now that the jacket is off I feel ridiculous. It's like the physical embodiment of the effects of a couple of beers.

Someday I'll work out why he had numbers written on his thigh. I will.

I still feel like there's rice all over me. And somehow I've still got the sensation of toasted bread colliding with the back of my head.

Tell us about it, Janet!

My heart is bleeding, the Beast is feeding, we reap no more than we sow...
Darkness seeding, so misleading, the Reaper's picture show...

In short: WOO HOO WHAT A NIGHT!!!