A girl I liked convinced me to stab a man, so I did. Felt guilty for a bit, then promptly forgot about it and walked around with the murder weapon for a couple of hours, going about my business, walking my dog. Eventually I was cornered by a plainclothes police officer who asked me why I had a bloody knife; I told him I was looking after it for my bogan cousin. He said, “You’re under arrest,” and I was like,, “No, I’m not, watch this,” and then I woke up.
I had a dream last night that Benson from regular show replaced Luna in Sailormoon. What I love about dreams is that you’re never interrupted with “This is stupid”. My brain just rolled with it.
The fun thing about speedrunning is that you can respond to literally any piece of information about a video game in any context whatsoever with “implications for the speedrun?” and there’s a non-zero chance that’s actually a cogent question.
i napped for 3 hours and dreamt about:
a zen pencils comic with a bunch of people sitting in a waiting room and the receptionist calls “excuse me, is there a mr. racist here?” and this guy raises his hand and immediately starts getting beat on by everybody else in the waiting room and the last panel is a closeup of his file and it’s first name STOPBEING last name RACIST
trying to make the teenage mutant ninja turtles fuck