My dream last night.
I was moving into my new apartment, which, for some reason, was a series of apartment-complex-palaces. But they were still college-y, because there were several La-Z-Boys on the lawn. Of course. Anyway, I moved into my new palace apartment with its, like, freaking veranda and fancy furniture, and my roommate was @gordonshumway. And I was all like yaaay but then she revealed that her huge cat was living with us. Not a euphemism. It was a gigantic cat. I was forced to amscray, because if allergies are all in the mind, my mind really hates cats.
It’s all a blur after that, except for the fact that (in the dream) I got really drunk and tried to strangle a close friend (dreams are fun). I think it turned into a scifi novel. But I think it’s important to put it out there on the internet that @gordonshumway was my subconscious roommate, and I am creepy.
For the record, I am also allergic to cats. And I’m creepy too.
WE SHOULD BE ROOMMATES FOR REAL.
