I had a dream last night (and it fit me like a glove)* It was most likely precipitated by my realisation in the bath last night that I have a ribcage, and that I can SEE IT. I've never been so thin, and my ribcage is gog-magog gigantic.
Anyway, in the dream I was imprisoned inside my own ribcage. Luckily, I realised with time that it was huge, and that I could quite happily live there. So I built an indoor swimming pool, a miniature golf course, a bowling alley, and a home cinema on the ground floor and made buttery popcorn from the fatty deposits between my ribs. The second floor I rented out to large groups of migrant workers, whom I charged ridiculously extortionate amounts to live there. I was very happy, until I died, at which point living in my own ribcage became an inconvenience as I had to spend a large portion of my time coating the walls with formaldehyde so that bits of rotting corpse would stop glooping onto the cinema screen during movies. The end.
I think all the other things that are bothering me are pretty inconsequential. Fare thee well.
*Whatever (I had a dream)-Butthole Surfers.
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