I slept like absolute shit last night.

And one reason I slept like absolute shit is I kept waking up, which means I was very aware of my dreams as opposed to a good night’s sleep where you generally just catch a general sense of what was going on.

And my dreams? They were all of RAND PAUL as some sort of cheezy 1980’s dark-future Orwellian American Emperor who was on every TV channel with his stupid voice and his dumb hair and had a gestapo kinda like the Vistors in V, with red jumpsuits, standing with guns on every corner that my friends and I had to hide from. I am not even kidding.

What a dick! He’s even messing with my dreams!