stumblingtumbling

just keeps getting weirder.

dream: we're at a restaurant, selecting from the menu. janice, james, xy, fy, wy and i. and they serve only fish and chips, varied by length of each type of fish. like the way some restaurants have their steaks by weight? and suddenly wanying gets emotional, buries her head in the menu - and between sobs she tells us how sad it is that the fish will never ever grow longer, just like how she'll never grow taller.

i'd feel sorry, but it's the truth. at least in the dream