bike-fixing class

Last night I dreamt that I was back in elementary school, starting a semester wherein I needed to complete a couple credits that McGill said I was missing. I was standing at my locker on the first day when I looked down at my schedule, which was full of classes about fixing bikes.

There was also a part about a swimming pool, and another part involving me driving past a funeral in a scene straight out of Harold and Maude.

Also, I watched Harold and Maude last night, and it was really good.

Oh, and: read this one comic, it's funny.