Hey Brain!

Yeah, I’m talking to you.
No more glue-sniffing or whatever the fuck you’re doing when I am not looking.
Seriously. I dreamed about the goombahs from Jersey Shore repelling a zombie/alien attack all night. I don’t even watch the friggin’ show.
NO more of that, alright?

Thanks,
~The Mgmt

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Yowza, boss.

I was dreaming of shaving my legs this morning when a lightning bolt of deargodi’msorrywhatdididotodeservethis pain shot up my leg. For a moment, I was confused – still dreaming – but my body woke me up very quickly.

BRAIN: You should get up.
ME: *mumble* it’s seven thirty. Piss off.
RIGHT LEG: Naw, we got this Brain ole buddy. Point her big toe some more towards her knee, there willya tendons? I’ll grab that pinkie and see if I can’t make it touch her sole.
RIGHT HIP: Hey! Can we get in on this? See what I can do with that forward hip flexor!

Creamy Cthulhu on crispy crackers. Mental note, self. More stretching before bed. Plus a banana and a giant glass of water. Anything. Just No More of that waking up to a cramp, please.

Huh.

I had Kung Fu Hustle-esque dreams all night. Including crazy musical segues.