After yet another dream about work I've decided that this must stop. I used to dream about superhuman abilities, living inside a toaster, having lasers shoot from my elbows, being a dolphin, trying out for the San Antonio Spurs, being the first man with 18 testicles to appear on The Price Is Right, winning the 'best afro' award in a costume party when I really had just let my hair grow long and wasn't wearing a costume, and, of course, orgies with past and current schoolteachers...
and now I'm arguing with my boss and in trouble yet again in the office. Again.
Go ahead...analyze me.
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