Sometimes I get frustrated because I have dreams at night that I'm sure mean something important, but when I wake up, I can't remember them. Like last night, I have this strong sense that I came up with a few new swear words I could put to great use today and now they're gone forever.
I'm on my second cup of coffee and on my way to get my license and health card renewed. I keep all my old ones to use as a visual road map, tracing my slow and mundane journey towards old age and eventual death, in five year increments. I could rely on selfies but this way, the government does it and charges me for it, so you know it's official.
Tuesday's tuneage: Hall & Oates "I Can't Go For That".