I had a dream last night in which I was selling my friend's parents house. In reality, as well as in my dream, they sold this house a couple of years back, and a young couple moved in, turning it into a minimalist orgie (I'm not sure, but that kind of sounds like a paradox). Anyhow. I was selling this minimalist place, since the young couple had moved out. Although I think the only reason I ended up playing real estate agent was that I was caught by a prospective buyer after I'd broken into this house. I was pretty good at it though. I was talking about how the ceilings were pretty low, but it gave one a sort of country cottage feel, and how I would knock down walls to make the kitchen big enough for a proper dining area. Et cetera for ever. The place in my dream was a lot bigger than what this house is in reality. And as I was walking around with the first couple, more people gathered and wanted to know about the house. Weird. But it still beats the previous night's dream, which I'm not even going to mention.
My plans for today are either to go into town and buy a hat, or to go to the hairdressers and get my hair cut. It's getting way too long now and I'm beginning to look seriously special-needs. It's not charming.
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