iPod

I had some weird dreams, including a flat share that involved a lot of rearranging bookshelves and other miscellaneous furniture.

There were weird neighbors and some guy down the hall who was both being treated in a super racist fashion, and also being arrogant about his sexual prowess.

Upon waking up, I shoved pillows around because my neck was angry, and in the complicated tangle of pillows, there was a string bag with some IKEA snacks...

... and my iPod.

FUCKING HELL.

(At least I didn't buy a new one?)


Ev called, and we chatted while she got ready to face the world and head over to K's for eggplant and yelling at computers.