I had a dream last night in which my dad was trying to kill me with a butter knife. A butter knife! Wtf. And is that some weird dyslexic kind of Oedipal thing, the father trying to kill the son?
Hold on...Oedipal...oedipal, sounds like edible...butter knife...
oh for fuck' sake, I get it, I'll lose the fucking weight. Grrrr.
Course, it never dawned on me to wonder why my dad was trying to kill me.
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