1810 Mythical Beasts.


I had a dream this morning where I was trying to get to a math class & I was all worried about failing it, then I suddenly remembered that I draw for a living & was like “Oh yeah, fuck math. Fuck school. I don’t need any of this.” It was kind of great, because I could tell that part of my brain was trying to make the dream’s premise stick after I partially realized the actual situation of my life, but it couldn’t because I could kind of see my real future. I woke up when the dream part of my brain finally just gave up.

My cold is finally starting to lose the battle. It was about 4 days of misery, but at least it wasn’t the flu. that would have been a real problem. I’ll be extra careful now that I’ve been reminded how much I hate being sick like this.