Never been that attracted to Hunter S. Thompson...

or Napoleon Dynatmite for that matter.
Crazy dreams kept me up last night.

I have a hard time remembering my dreams, so I kept thinking, "I should write this down! This is some weird stuff!"

But I was too sleepy to get up out of bed to get a pen and paper.

"I'll remember it. How can I forget something this strange?"

Well... I forgot. All that I can recall is a vague remnant of witty commercial about McDonanld salads.

All of this has something to do with watching punk rock girls take off their "clothes." I'm sure they put a spell on me. I'm just sure of it!