How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb.

My dream last night involved witnessing two atomic explosions. They occurred miles away to my left and right. It was the Apocalypse, I should think, in the style of Dr. Strangelove. I remember being surprisingly calm and ready to die. I was with friends whose faces, like mine, were gradually turning red and melting. The nuclear fallout increased as my dream went on and it became clearer that death was only hours away. Just before the dream ended, I was huddled in a shelter with other people who were all suffering from radiation poisoning. There was panic and confusion, but I was calm and accepting of the doom.

On February 18th they're releasing the Criterion collection DVD of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I'm looking forward to that. I reckon I'll be getting the Back to the Future trilogy as well. But I should get a job before I make these purchases. I've gone too long leeching off my wealthy parents. It's time I started paying for my own addictions.