mathews, we're getting another one of those "ah blah es span yol" sounds

had a dream that i briefly met gary larson because he was at my house. he liked my drawing but was sort of nervous and left pretty soon. i asked my roommate (not really my roommate) why larson had been at the house and he said larson had been looking for a job.

then later i realised it was really nostalgia_lj, not gary larson, after finding a piece of kirk/winona porn that she'd written. i was like, "oh that makes a lot more sense".

then i woke up and thought, wow, that makes absolutely no sense.