And the nightmare was topped off by my mom telling me that my brother would give me a ride to work but he still wouldn't speak to me while doing it. So, y'know, my mental health is normal and fine.

Last night’s nightmare was that my parents were going to shoot my girlfriend, which is wild for many reasons, but mostly because they refuse to meet her.

Like, what an opportunity to study literature from another country while living in that country, especially when we rarely get any Australian books into Canada. The screenwriting course was also really fun--I got to write my own series bible and a pilot episode as part of the class.

“Dogs out” means bare feet.