I had a dream last night that I was marching down the streets of San Francisco with a mob of people in some sort of rally. I was snapping pictures. The best part: the whole crowd was singing We Are the World. and crying with joy. It felt like some sort of post-apocalyptic mad-max sorta misinterpreted pop-culture moment. ugh. No more peanut butter sandwiches for dinner.
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