Dream journal August 2004:
The elf asks “What do you do for a living?”
Well, I say I don’t really live at all.
That makes me sound like a petulant little child.
But who hasn’t had the changeling procedure?
It’s the next big thing.

He’s not really an elf, but I really can’t describe his aura without thinking about elves. We meet in a chatroom, because I never leave the house anymore. He tells me, actually, he is a catboy. It’s hard to tell the difference nowadays, The Catboy says, people are metamorphing every day. Contracting Toxoplasmosis is sooo hot now. The Catboy promises to never tell a single lie.