Oy, I just remembered my dream from last night. In my dream last night, I baked a chocolate cake for a squirrel I knew named Yves Saint Laurent to try to convince him that Bauhaus is one of the greatest bands in existence. The cake was made to look like a tree stump with a chainsaw on top. Oh, I am a cruel bitch.

Too much alcohol before bed messes with your head, and mashes up all your recent experiences into one big casserole of weirdiosity.