Dreamt I was [unwillingly] in a Beyonce lair and her minions tried to drug and enrol me into her army? It’s too early for this, I’m going back to sleep.
As I head into hibernation, I think of the moments and adventures I have experienced individually and with those I love dearly, and albeit a bizarre year, I am grateful.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with going Uni btw (I wish I went) I am just making a point about the intellectual arrogance (divorced from mere reality) that it can sometimes breed...