That's it, I'm going home. This cannot be happening to me. Really, it's a deal breaker, I want to divorce my own brain right now. I just had a dream about Glee. Yes, that's right, that dancing show that seems to be a quicker route to the comprehension of American culture than the Constitution. I wouldn't have necessarily been repulsed by a dream about the Super Bowl (team dependent), but this just feels like the CIA infiltrated my brain. Is this the beginning of the end for The Euro?
P.S. I am writing this to the tunes of Surfer Blood in the hope that it will some how wash away the candy coating on my brain but knowing my fucking luck I'll probably wake up having dreamt of Twilight...
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