i woke up about 30 minutes ago. i had a dream that i was traveling on something called the stratford osa which for some reason was not actually leading to canada but to michigan. it was odd, if you ask me. so were the millions of stops i had to make on the way there.

i paid to go somewhere once. well, not really. someone else bought me a bus ticket. i went to michigan, as it were. i went there to visit my girlfriend, on the second of august. it was a two day bus ride, and it was actually quite annoying. granted, it was worth it, but i did learn something.

and that what i learned?

no one interesting rides buses. if they have two days to spare to get somewhere, they are not interesting. and the sad truth is i realize that this applies to me as well. i wish to never ride a bus again if at all possible and i heavily believe that it is all possible.

it's been literally seconds since i've had a coherent thought, perhaps i should medicate myself with something that i could only hope to believe would work. or perhaps i'll just go to sleep. i do not know.

the most important thing to do in this instance is to stare at the ceiling and admit guilt to all the thoughts that i can't entirely control. well, maybe admitting guilt isn't so much a good idea, but i gotta say i want to do it.

isn't it interesting when you feel motivated to do something that makes no sense at all? we will all be heroes some day, to some one, won't it seem?

pay the price, buy a cape. don't be a cheap-ass bastard, capes are awesome and they show you are an awesome hero, even more than having a cool outfit and a logo with your name on it.

then when you're flying around one day you'll get sucked into an airplane and everything will be just fine.

capes are awesome.

oh wait that's a superhero.

oh well, do it anyways.