i dreamt about writing class last night. sweet rob wasn’t a teacher, but a student. i think it was a college class. FFJ was in it, smelly, jen, nick, that’s all i remember. the class was taught by some rob reiner-type guy and dido was playing in the student center below, and we were all listening to that “there’ll be no white flag above my door because i’m in love and always will be song.” the teacher was busting me about a story we read which was weird and had all sorts of plant descriptions. i hadn’t read the story so totally bullshitted my way through it lying about how i loved the descriptions, but he kept quizzing me about it.

then the next thing i know i was at home smoking pot and watching a hugh grant movie. FFJ called the ask me something, but then i woke up.

also sweet rob had short hair and smelly kept wanting to talk about some party and not writing which was totally pissing sweet rob off.