It’s probably because I watched Hot Fuzz last weekend. The entire town was at war. Everything— dusty ground, buildings, air— was brown, like it was the Wild West. I didn’t know anyone but there were people, there were a lot of people, and they were shooting at me. One woman charged in front of me so I grabbed her by the throat before she could shoot and she turned into a fox, and I squeezed and squeezed and dirty pink foam came out of her mouth as her dirty fox body shrank and I finally strangled her to death. I killed three others this way. Everyone turned into animals at my touch.

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I’ve also been having a lot of dreams about being on Facebook. Sometimes I can never log off because they’ve changed the front page again and the links are hidden away, and sometimes I have to complete a single task (visit someone’s profile page) before the timer runs down and my Facebook is deactivated permanently.

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This morning I woke up with the Indiana Jones theme song stuck in my head. I don’t know where it came from but there it was.