i had crazy vicodin dreams last night. i dreamt i was at a bar writing some sort of editorial for some newspaper about something and the only line i remember is “i want to drink and get laid, because i know how.” some man, who might have been my college friend graham said, “they’ll never let that slide” and i said i had to at least try. then after i was done writing alison from bluishorange was getting married to some elvis costello looking chap. she was pregnant and already had a daughter named carter. then there was something involving lots of guns and boats. but that part i don’t remember too well.