hey hey

it's v slow at work today and i'm covertly blogging while at the counter.

i dreamt the other night that i was harry potter. i was barefoot. i was trying to get into a friend's house at night. i knew the code for their burglar alarm but couldn't remember it and set off the silent alarm. the windows had been open for some reason and when the alarm was tripped perspex shields began to descend v slowly, closing the windows. i knew i didn't have time to get inside and get what i came for (whatever it was) and get out before being trapped inside. so, i left and hoped that i wouldn't be spotted by the police. as i was walking down a street in the dark i realized that many people hated me because i was smug and favoured.

hmm.

i don't like harry potter because he is smug and favoured.

curiouser and curiouser.