and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

I got hungry sitting here reading angry research papers and squinting my eyes at the nonsense. The screen started to blur up and I almost passed out into a nice relaxing nap but, frankly, i am scared of the nap - especially the late afternoon nap. Fall asleep in the daylight and wakeup in the dark and i become some sort of crazed monster, wandering around the apartment making no sense, having no sense, finding no sense, scratching my stubble and wondering which way is up and so I just try to avoid the nap situation.

Which is probably why I look so tired, but that doesn't necessarily explain the yellow palour about me, but what can you do? one of my super secret fears is that I have cancer or aids or something equally as horrid and I just don't know it. I envision myself feeling kinda crappy for a few months, but being the anti-doctor sorta guy that I am, I just won't do anything about it. Then I'll keel over one day and that'll be it. I'm not really scared of this scenario, or fearful, or anything like that.. I just think about it sometimes and i sorta feel like it wouldn't really phase me too much if it became true.

This is the place I get keys copied. They sell a buncha kitchen equipment but seem to make pretty poor key copies, as the three I have from them all give me trouble. I manage, but they give me trouble.

This is the clothing store right next to my building that sells, well, clothes I guess. It's sorta uber trendy in a corporate sort of way, not in a trendy sort of way, if that makes any sense, so it seemed pretty weird when they put it in on this street 4 years or so back. Gosh those mannequins look bored. It's not exactly a corporate-cool sort of street, st. laurent. But, I went in there once and in the back they have glass windows in the floor where you can see the next floor down - or at least some compartment beneath the floor. They had a motorcycle in the comparment when I was there, I think.. it was all lit up with track lighting in a corporate way.

But back to my problem. Specifically my crooked nose. I've been saying it for awhile now but I think this photo proves it. Look at that monstrosity. At least it's not a giant goiter like poor opus, though I hear they get bigger with age - it's apparently the only (organ?) that gets bigger on men as they age into senior citizenship. yah, thanks god.