Ah my friends! I'm pretty tired, but I'll clue you in nonetheless. I dreamt about a friend's birthday party. A danish pastry didn't exactly hit the mark, but I managed to get a card at the last minute after some trouble paying. Presents of photoshop and harmonization software also featured. Next something about the Queen putting a telescope on the top of Buckingham Palace and me writing a helicopter sim.

Quick poem:

A slippery thought,

Swimming away like an eel,

Sea of consciousness.

Take care of yourself and don't tell sid!