I dreamt last night. I could’ve dreamt I had wings and could fly around the world, that I remembered to wear clothes to school, that I won fifty trillion gazillion dollars (that’s a lot), that I discovered a cure for cancer, that I single handedly won the Grand Final for the Tiges with a stunning 55m kick after the siren…
But no.
Instead I dreamt that Rae and I went to a party, that no one showed up, that we stood around for two hours doing nothing and then went home.
I’m an excitement machine.