Yesterday morning I awoke around 7am, with the slight taste of cotton in my mouth, to find myself about to put my blanket in my mouth. WTF?, I thought. Then I realized I'd just had a dream about eating pizza. No joke, I'd seriously rolled up the blanket in my hand like pizza crust, and was going to attempt to consume it.
coming soon: David Brooks' hipster bashing, my own male bashing, and an awkward look at urban cyclists (or something of the sort).
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