One of the messages in my spam was “My friends are better than yours”. I have no idea why this made me laugh (bad while drinking blue PowerAde), but it did.
It’s not even like it’s a person, but it’s so like something certain people in my high school class would say.
I have nothing important to say today. The pink pajama dreams are coming in fits and spurts. No new real information. Sometimes I think my brain just likes torturing me.