Last night I dreamt that I was living in the mountains of the Pacific Northwest. I was getting ready for my cousin's wedding, where they were serving flapjacks. Before I left, I made pancakes for my kids. We had a big discussion about how flapjacks and pancakes are just different names for the same thing.
Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah" was still playing in my head when I woke up.
No heroic measures
4 years ago
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