I had a dream last night involving a tiger cub with wings.

For some reason, I called it “baby butterfly-tiger,” even though its wings were not in the least butterfly-like. It was adorable, and I wanted it.

Idk.

Weird dreams lately. And I’ve already used that title.

I never remember these things for very long, so this time I’m going to share them before they’re gone forever:

1. Someone thought it was a good idea to make a movie starring Hilary Swank and Justin Bieber. It was, unsurprisingly, terrible.
2. I tried to convince my dad to install a rooftop garden on his building downtown. Like, it was a well-thought-out plan of mine to lower energy costs and make extra money by renting it out for events and stuff.

You’re welcome.