Last night I dreamt that I was the subject in an episode of “Intervention”, only instead of getting my crap together, I opted to leave treatment before completion (for what vice, I don’t know), and live on the streets in a fuzzy pink bathrobe with a matching backpack. I don’t know what this says about my future as a productive adult, but perhaps it is a sign that I should not take a Tylenol PM and then watch the show.

Also, for what it’s worth, when I woke up and remembered the dream, I was extremely disappointed in myself/the episode.