Even in my dreams McDonald's is shitty. And apparently served in ice-cubed water. "We should've eaten at Vic's," I told my sister. I'm also an economical pizza-eating college student in my dreams.

So I had to buy some scented candles to fend off the weird zombie kids, because they couldn't stand the smell.

Some people at my previous church were really happy about getting stretchy hot-pants as gifts.

One of them had built a model of a storefront, made out of candy. Or maybe plastic. Either way, he chomped a car in half.

And I was standing around in my underwear and didn't care.

I really ought to get a full night's sleep more often.