funny dream: joan fed me a mars bar while I was sleeping. like woke me up, let me take a bite, then i’d chew, swallow and fall back to sleep; then she’d wake me up and repeat until mars bar gone.
i do not think i’ve had a mars bar since I was a kid. well, other than fun=-size halloween ones. i do recall it being my go-to chacolate bar when i was 12 or maybe 14?
this is a good idea of something i thouht about and just had to write down. why here? why at all? I have no idea, but it sure seems like a proper thingt oto do with my thoughts.
