I just had a series of weird dreams. I'm one I was hugging Mike Tyson. And

I have the distinct feeling of trying to pull crust from my teeth. In the dream. I brush way too often take care of myself to have teeth crust. I don't hug. I've been hugged.

So that was weird.

My weekend of truth is finally nearly here. I'm getting snacks. Books. The game I've been looking forward to for a while and it's about to go down.

The only thing that could of made this even remotely better is if I had found a thicc lady to love on. From afar. Or locally. But alas. My eagerness to love on them is having the opposite effect.

WOE.

WOE.

Anyway. I'm Pie. 6'1 from Florida. I like naps, potatoes and well. I just woke up from one actually. My sleep schedule has gotten JACKED the hell up. I gotta reset. I usually have an elite sleep schedule. This new environment is fucking with me. For sure.

I wanna find a best friend. Or at the very least someone who doesn't make me want to drop kick puppies.