things i did in my sleep last night: rode dirt bikes through a field that looked like a basement to everyone else. let brett cut my hair and cried because he gave me the chuck liddell look. put food under furniture coverings for the people under there in furniture poses. discussed the false dichotomy of self w/ rich. learned about marybeth’s new business venture: pulling up pieces of glaciers and selling them to suburbanites “because everyone needs a little antarctica in their home.” wrote to travis to tell buckethead to change his privacy settings before others realized you could see his maskless home movies through a public fb profile. wondered when the trees would finally grow through the roof.