I don’t remember ever having dreams that seemed like reruns but I did last night. Luckily, I realized it wasn’t fun having the same dreams from earlier in the week so I stood up, got to pee and focus on changing the story. I am up now at 530 am and the dreams I remember were fresh.

I was out with Elisa and a rotating guy who changed into different people depending on who I needed for the story. The three of us were out late in Toronto on a random ad entire trying not to slump into my routine if regular stops. A much more satisfying adventure with friends than my usual walk up Yonge street.

The highlight was chatting with two fellows in a restaurant about the old days at The Browsers Den of Magic, and Morresey’s. Elisa was bored so he crossed the street and was eating donuts on a second floor cafe. She started tossing donuts to us on the grass and soon everyone in the cage were pelting us with donuts.

I’m awake now and I’d really like a donut. I’m out of chocolate and I really noticed a different mood without it.

Now that I’m thinking about it. My mood over the last two days may have more to do with the lack of morning chocolate than I thought. It actually makes more sense than the drug relation I was attributing. I miss my chocolate and a grumpy morning ensued. Much like the slogan; don’t talk to me until I’ve had my coffee only substitute my 100 gram Walmart brand chocolate bar.

I feel better about being moody now.

I do kind of like the idea of creating a customer t shirt brand for people bold enough to wear meth or other drugs shirts. Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my morning meth… Snort… t, line etc.

I thought about my Wheel of fortune t shirt years ago. The answer is ecstasy but the a and e are still boxes and you need to buy a vowel. I waited to long to make my first million on that because somebody decided Molly was a better name than ecstasy.