why must gnats congregate in my bedsheets?!

so yeah no odon update this week, even though i was stricken with insomnia and bug bites and junk. i guess there are too many distractions in this huge huge world for me to spend all day in my itty bitty one.
hey that’s kinda good. i like that. maybe a strong metaphor like that will get me writing again. hmmmmmmmm.
anyway, thats it for saturday’s TMAC installment. click on ‘continue’ to read about my funky dream i had recently.
you clicked! i’m so flattered n________n;
so in my dream, right. i was coding something or other on my website and i got terribly wrong, and a counter popped up on my screen that said “you have 99 minutes to get out and far away before a whirling vortex of death comes out of the computer and destroys your house and everything you hold dear.”
so i rummage around and end up not even taking anything with me cause i was all panicy and stuff. but as i’m leaving i’m greeted by an aging man in a brown cowboy hat, who says something like “we have to fight our final battle, you and i, right this instant.” and he hands me a toy gun. i pull the trigger and a cork pops out and everything.
so we fought for a while and then i have to leave because the 99 minutes are up. after a while i come back because i wanted to see the damage and i find the cowboy old man lying there, toy gun across his chest, because the vortex got him. we have this epic death scene dialogue that i can’t remember, and then i woke up.









