ian and i were in a macdonalds. i was telling him how long it had been since i was in one of those. there were bits of lettuce on the floor.

then we noticed the comfy section: every macdonalds now had a section with reclining chairs like you get on the ferry to newfoundland, or in first class on an airplane. every seat had free wireless internet, and they delivered your fries right to you. ian was so incredibly excited, but i was still grossed out to be in macdonalds.

dozing off

dreamt i was in an old, familiar house with lots of wood. i had dirty pictures ripped out of a magazine and i just wanted to find you and make out, but you weren't having it. i woke up frustrated and laughing.