Except my hair is darker and a bit redder than that. And my glasses are rectangular metal half-frames. And my shirt looks like this: Sensory Overload. And my shoes are slippers. And I have a tattoo on my wrist. And my eyes are a bit smaller. And I don't stand like that. And my jeans are more torn up. I should have gone to sleep. I can't now. Twilight Zone comes on in two hours. And I'm kind of hungry. And we're out of chocolate soy milk. I'll have nightmares about living in a world without chocolate soy milk. I think I want toast, but I'm not sure. Maybe a toasted sandwich.
