Dreamcatcher, schdreamcatcher

Holy shit, I just remembered that I dreamt the whole fuckin’ thing. And woke up saying, "Oh my god, I wish I had a cigarette because I really need to fag after that." Three days down the road, again, I say, I was fucking right.

Now I am disturbed by a whole bunch of questions which didn’t occur to me earlier on because I just sat there like a clubbed fish. In the Maldives, the old crew of the Mashibaru apparently went around saying, "You want Anastasia?", and if you said yes, they clubbed your fish on the head. (anesthesia, get it?) That’s me, Anastasia-ed.

And they had to go and raise the price of cigarettes. And I have so many things to ponder.

Oh, and hooray for the Sisterhood, we were right all along. Amazing what a little detective work can turn up.