Okay, so I dreamed I had pizza at McSweeney’s last night. Eating foodstuffs at imaginary restaurants based on a literary magazine. Is that weird?
I should just stop talking now, right?
I just can't help believing, though believing sees me cursed…
Okay, so I dreamed I had pizza at McSweeney’s last night. Eating foodstuffs at imaginary restaurants based on a literary magazine. Is that weird?
I should just stop talking now, right?