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featherynscaleFor the last two nights I have had dreams in which I am either Alfred, from the Batman comics, or a comics writer working on a Batman story in which Alfred figures prominently. In both dreams, Alfred is/I am trying to stop Robin from committing suicide. In the one where I was almost certainly Alfred, he had made several attempts at death by drowning. In the one where I might have been the writer, he was working on a pills and liquor combination.
And I say unto you, That Shit Is Not Right. Number one, it is not fair that I should have had that unlikely combination of elements twice in a row. Number two, I know the boy is classically depicted with no pants, and there are all the rumors and everything, but really, it's not worth offing yourself over. Just buy some pants and get a girlfriend.
EDIT: And, speaking of nightmares, woman goes in to the doctor for stomach pain, as it happens, she's about to give birth to a baby she didn't realize she was carrying. This sort of thing freaks me right the hell out. Perhaps today will be a good day to call a doctor to discuss getting fixed. I'm practically thirty, maybe I can find someone who will take pity on me this time. At 18, 21, 25, and 27, I was told I was too young and would no doubt change my mind, and was therefore a poor risk for the procedure.
And I say unto you, That Shit Is Not Right. Number one, it is not fair that I should have had that unlikely combination of elements twice in a row. Number two, I know the boy is classically depicted with no pants, and there are all the rumors and everything, but really, it's not worth offing yourself over. Just buy some pants and get a girlfriend.
EDIT: And, speaking of nightmares, woman goes in to the doctor for stomach pain, as it happens, she's about to give birth to a baby she didn't realize she was carrying. This sort of thing freaks me right the hell out. Perhaps today will be a good day to call a doctor to discuss getting fixed. I'm practically thirty, maybe I can find someone who will take pity on me this time. At 18, 21, 25, and 27, I was told I was too young and would no doubt change my mind, and was therefore a poor risk for the procedure.
