Hey. We can bring this decrepit machine to its knees. People don’t care about the slander or bullshit. They want something different, something better, something real. Fight like hell. We can have it.

The dark entity who haunts my peripheral vision & I saw you from across the ritual chamber & we love your vibe

you can be driven into homelessness by someone like brian thompson, then legally murdered by someone like daniel penny, while the money that could have saved you is spent on murdering children in gaza.

The people who live next door to the mosque and curate an almost aggressive display of decor for every holiday, and look sideways at me every time I walk by, now have a thin blue line flag up. I don't know if they've had one up before, but good to know my instincts were correct!

Dear liberal and leftist friends: Don't do that. I saw someone post about how it's sus if someone isn't currently posting about political news. We don't owe anyone some performative display of being one of the good ones or whatever.

An acquaintance posted pics of herself partying with the winner of the election and had a problem when I said a single syllable about it: "Ew" on one photo, "Gross" on another. She couldn't take a single syllable of public criticism of that, but I'm the one she says is "crying"?

Yo @Facebook , when I unfriend someone, that means I want to stop seeing their posts in my feed, like immediately. I don't do it a lot, so please figure that out.

They do the time change before the election so we're all docile and exhausted, right? And our animals are climbing the walls and shelves, annoyed to be getting fed an hour later and picking up on our anxiety.

Last night's dream: I was in the hospital. A surgeon was telling me I needed surgery to replace or repair a tendon in my left big toe. I refused surgery at first, but eventually looked at my big toe and noticed it had dropped, like it was pulled down tight. I changed my mind.

Every Saturday morning I feel like I'm experiencing one tiny part of (someone else's) Latinx childhood. My upstairs neighbor gets up early, blasts bachata, and vacuums everything. Sometimes she yells at her daughter. I'm so tired, but I like the bachata.

Last night's dream: I was trying to get a couple candles out of a case I I kept them in, but all the candles in there were like half spent and/or melted to other candles and/or scents my ex liked but I didn't so much. A guy had wanted to go hang out, so that's what they were for.

Last night's dream: I was supposed to be at a work retreat, and as always, there was something wrong. I was supposed to be trapped in a room by the fact that if I wasn't, a colleague could leave. So I tricked him, said I was going to do a tarot reading. I gathered the tessera.

Tonight's dream: I had been trying to help my sibling find all of my mother's laundry baskets and dishes and containers. Something popped on the refrigerator and sent glowing-red metal pieces onto the carpet. Before I could figure out how to pick them up, Carmela had eaten one.

Last night's dream: I was at the hospital because someone I knew was there. We were both there. But I kept coming and going on the same shifts as some doctors, so I felt like I was getting to know them. I was jogging through the winding halls of this older hospital, learning it.

Every site should do what Duolingo does and offer a nicely formatted way to generate and download an image of a given post.

Dear @Overstock: I just got email saying, "Welcome to Overstock!" when I haven't ordered from the site in 3 years. When you give me the option to delete the address in my account and I exercise that option, I expect the address will stay deleted, not reappear when I log back in.

Last night's dream: I was at a music camp and was supposed to be setting up a tent, or joining others in theirs. I hadn't decided which I would do—the people I already knew were in a nicer spot, with tents set up indoors, which would make it easier to get to the restroom.

Last night's dream: I was supposed to be getting ready to fly to Texas for a solo trip. This of course was giving me anxiety, and I was trying to find all the little last things I would need, like a pen. I worked in a mall and the mall was closing around me, doors rolling down.

Tonight's lucid dream: I was having this whole train of thought about restaurants I could take a cat to that he might enjoy, which I suddenly realized made no sense.

Last night's dream: We were at some dinner, catching up with old band friends. Devon was doing well. Eddie from The Lincoln Lawyer was a young hotshot we knew. You were sure you were probably doing better than anyone and I said I wasn't so sure about that in the case of this guy.

Last night's dream: I was trying out a house. I had brought the cats in there and everything, and the guys who lived there were complaining about the litter boxes. But that wasn't the issue. What was: When I went upstairs, the stairs collapsed. I didn't know how I'd get down.

Last night's dream: I admitted to a colleague I no longer speak to that I was wrong: Some barbecue from 2 years ago was still good (a guy across the table from me was digging in), so it was possible for it to last that long. I awoke with Dar Williams' "Party Generation" in mind.

Last night's dream: A guy who somehow gained the account to time-travel was systematically going through his family line to—not kill anyone, but change their dialects and interests. I awoke with Taylor Swift's "Begin Again" in mind, exhausted.

Misread: "Make delusions based on hope and love." Decisions, delusions, eh.

You know you're tired when you say "Confuse me" instead of "Excuse me" to your cat.

Last night's dream: I was in my comfort zone: literature, and specifically Gatsby. Someone asked where a specific country had been in ancient times, and the answer was off in the mist, beyond Europe. I awoke with Alison Krauss' "Crazy as Me" in mind.

Last night's dream: I just know that at one point, I was hearing about and imagining what it would be like for someone to have to crawl backward overnight through the tightest, lowest glowing green cave full of sand. It terrified me and was not something I would do voluntarily.

Last night's dream: I was with my mother, and we were running errands. We were almost done when my mother's Styrofoam coffee cup sprung a leak out of nowhere. I tried to put my empty cup under it, but it wasn't totally solving the problem. We went to find another cup somewhere.

Tonight's dream: I was back at a house I'd had to leave for a while. I was having trouble walking, so I set about cleaning instead. I realized no one was cleaning up after the cats, and they were running through piles of vomit. I tried my best, but I got to all the old glasses...

Emergency departments and casinos have similar sound profiles.