So I've been having some really whacked-out dreams lately...

Last night I was sent to prison. (I don't remember what for.) It was super-low security; whatever I did couldn't have been too bad. Security was so lax that we were allowed to leave during the day as long as we promised to get back in our cells every night. I left prison the first day and visited my friend Aaron, who for some reason lived in a weird, swanky apartment in Oshkosh instead of Bismarck, ND. He wasn't home but I went in anyways (maybe I was in prison for breaking and entering?). I think I hung out there for a while, just sitting on the couch and watching Comedy Central. While I was there his parents came to visit - they were Thurston Howell the third and his wife from Gilligan's Island. (not really anything like Bitz's parents in real life.) I remember trying to rack my brain for a good excuse as to why I was hanging out at his house while he wasn't home, and trying to play it off like Aaron was there but he ran out to the store for a second, he'll be right back. All of a sudden it was past 10pm and I couldn't remember what time I was supposed to be back in prison. I called 911 and was trying to be really discreet about explaining to the cop that I was one of the inmates and that I couldn't remember what time I was supposed to come back. He didn't know either, so he put me on hold while he went to check and I'm super nervous about what my friend's parents will do if they find out a convict's in the house... The cop gets back on the line and says no one at the station knows what time they check the cells, but that they'd let the prison guards know they heard from me - I could stay out all night as long as I promised to behave.

And I just got a ton of hats that need art sent out by tomorrow. Typical. Rrrrr.

Happy Pirating!