July 22nd, 2009

During the limited sleep I got last night, I had some ultra violent dreams in which I beat the shit out of annoying women on the U-Bahn and tram, and then people clapped. I killed one of them because she said my hair looked like I showered in the washing machine. I don’t know what that means or where my brain comes up with this stuff.

On the agenda:
Keys to the new apartment this afternoon
A whole bunch of laundry before moving
Moving tonight/tomorrow?
Tobias on Friday
Airport on Saturday