Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States

Friday, September 14, 2007

Night in Sproutland

I love to sleep. It is rare that I can fall asleep, owing to the repressed memories and the bedbugs (which, despite rumor, do not actually grow large enough to move the mattress), but I love my dreams, especially when my French girlfriend becomes the head of a religious cult that uses televisions as their primary means of indoctrination. I love to hear her say "indoctrination" with that accent. I can barely bear deciding between what is right and what is said en francais, so I decide to wake up. Then I decide against it. But this disrupts the plot continuity, so I get stuck with being naked in high school, again.


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