While I remember a fair bit of my dream, I'm not going to write but one part. It was too complicated and not translatable in words. At least not for my rudementary creative writing skills.
Anyway, I was standing in some line just off of State Street. A woman about my age turned around and asked where she could get fish, it being Fat Tuesday and all. I guess my dream mind confused Good Friday and Fat Tuesday, though they are related. I said some smart ass answer that I cannot remember. She wasn't impressed, so I then tried to think of a good place to get fish in downtown Madison. Outside of the expensive restaurants, is there?
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Time to get nostalgic about a movie I saw eighteen years ago and was about a time seventeen years earlier. My college roommates can verify...
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After the post below and after finding Dave's post, I created my South Park persona after a bike ride. I think it's fitting.
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