Never Trust a Russian with a Hammer

I fell asleep last night with my contacts in. I realized it this morning at 6:14 when the alarm clock was so damn crisp and clear. The reason I was looking at the alarm clock at 6:14 is because at 6:13 I woke up in a panic after dreaming that this giant russian mob guy was about to punch me in the face after an intense struggle over the hammer I was wielding. I woke up with my hands over my face and gasping. I do at least take solice in the russian looking pretty worse for wear after messing with the likes of me.

I also dreamed earlier that night that I was trying to wash my hands with toothpaste. It was really gross, more gross than being punched by a russian or hitting a russian with a hammer.

That is all.