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Last night I dreamed crazy dreams all night- I dreamed I lived in a city one mountain over from Machu Pichu, it was exactly the same but never abandoned and never discovered and was called Machu Bitchu.

You had to come and go from town in a wicker basket on a crane. I worked at the municipal pool, handing out towels and cupcakes. Herod (the ancient historical king) lived there too, and spent a lot of time bugging me at work about how he hadn't killed those innocents, no, that was a wild exaggeration. He actually spanked them and sent them to bed without supper. No one wanted to hear it, but I was at work and thus a captive audience. There were beautiful towers and gardens and we brought bucket loads of dirt from a local valley to make our city even higher.
As a weird aside there were surveyors and construction work everywhere, which mirrors my neighborhood at the moments.


In other news I think Sweetpants is trying to be subtle.
He asked if we had enough peanut butter for cookies, roughly 3 days after buying a case of peanutbutter.
"Do you want me to make cookies?" I asked.
"No, no , I was just askin'," he said, as though cookies were topics for idle conversation like the weather.

I think I'll make cookies before he strains something with his hinting.