i had a nightmare. that i was playing. with my stuffed fren sebastian. outside. and the wind blew him away. i'm not sure how the human knew. about the nightmare. but now they're on the ground. cuddling with me
A friend's russian mom is staying with us
Her: so you're programming
Me (trying to sound humble): yes displaying ads on the internet
Her: oh that sounds complicated. I used to program space rockets in Fortran in the 70s
Me (quietly sobbing): ...