Bum bump bumpity

I've perfected it. Just like my psych textbook tells me, dreams reflect one's current and emotionally pressing concerns. 

So if you were to lie in bed and contemplate a good 10 minutes about something(/one, say for example Daisy like I do), you're guaranteed to dream about it(/them). Mmmmmmmm. Hello good nights.

Heartbreaker, heartbreaker.

Everyone is dying. I'm pretty sure I've blogged about this, but everyone is dying.

Love Regina Spektor.

In realising this is quickly becoming a stream of consciousness, I'm going to say ciao to my favourite llama.