I dreamt a useless dream last night. It was about DS1 work.

I did my shit and passed up and we went on a field trip to the space and lo, I did a shit job at my redesign. Luckily it was just a bubble diagram week so I could fix my spaces...

But still... It was shit bricks in 3 suitcases man...

Add on:

I remember when I was little I used to have pillow fights with my siblings in the TV room. We'd build pillow forts from the couch cushions and end up playing 'The Floor Is Lava". Much to my mother's disdain. 

There was alot of bouncing around on throw pillows to avoid the floor. The table was used as a stepping stone. All which incited the rage of the mothercreature.

Run, siblings, RUN!

Also, we played "Pile the pillows on the kitty,"

Fun times.