“Honey, where is my super-suit…?!”
everyday glory February 7th, 2007Veni. Vidi. Scribi.
“I came. I saw. I typed.”
More specifically, this is the conversation that started my morning:
[09:14]
: So I had a dream last night.
[09:14]: Good morning, Dr. King.
[09:14]: Somehow I had gained super powers (still not sure what they were or how I gained them)
[09:15]: I ended up going to you to decide if I should use them for good or evil.
[09:15]: Wow…. the only thing I’m missing is the wheelchair.
[09:15]: And the A.I.-driven Danger Room.
[09:15]: And the telepathy?
[09:16]: *whistles innocently*
[09:16]: yeah. strange. you decided they should be used for evil.
[09:16]: Even. Better.
[09:16]: all in all. very odd dream. i believe the entire thing took place in the AF office.
[09:17]: Oh.
[09:17]: This means: I associate you with evil and American Fork.
[09:17]: That would explain it.
[09:17]: So um.. Sorry. 🙂
[09:17]: Could it be that I am influenced by the evil that is Utah County?
[09:17]: possibly. it does kind of get on you.
[09:17]: tough to wash off.
[09:18]: clearly you need special undergarments.
[09:18]: I have my super-suit.
[09:18]: I am not getting a set of MMPP.
[09:18]: muahahahahah
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