Had a weird dream last night where I was in a war or something and I had one of those big machine guns the marines tote around, not an M16 but the big one. [Mp5? The one with the grenade launcher underneath like in Scarface] Anyway, I killed a lotta enemies during this war but then it was over and everybody went back to normal life. Except for me. I kept packing this hemo machine gun around, looking around all crazy-like searching for phantom enemies. I was scaring the peeps.

Time to cut down on the CNN I think.