It was cold and I was lazy, so I put on On the Beach and just stayed on the couch last night. Consequently, my dreams weren't as memorable.
Other than working at an apocalyptic landfill with a rather guilty Houa Vang, I really don't know what happened. It seemed like he had some kind of Phantasm-like interdimensional smuggling operation going on, but it wasn't really clear what it was. I kept trying to get him to come clean, but he wouldn't, and so I haven't much to report.
It was windy as fuck last night, so I guess I'll be going out to survey whatever damage may have occurred.
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