Nightstands are magical. You never know what you’ll find. Week old water in a mason jar? A very dry dead flower? An empty bottle for prescription strength Tylenol? $500?
Had a dream last night that I went back to in-person class and randomly took off my shirt so I could more efficiently take notes and halfway through I just was like “wait this is not normal behavior. I should put this back on.”
Then everyone around me did interpretative dance.
My cat is like that pastor dude from footloose in that he hates dancing and his appetite for rodents is a fun little Easter egg that you have to watch closely for.
If I ever were to be famous, a hater would say “maybe I should hit him with the force of a Volkswagen Jetta going 45 mph in a residential zone so he’ll say something that’s actually funny!” and my hypothetical future career would be over.