not quite radio

a real radio wouldn't do that: i went to sleep listening to french songs on a radio station i found on itunes. you know, the fantasy that my brain would pick words up in my sleep or something. i woke up to michael jackson, though - the next station in the list is an 80s hit show.

not that i didn't enjoy waking up to 80s hits, but i suspect that that shit seriously messed with my dreams. an epic story involving rollerblades and motorcycles, chewing gum, the movies, and being chased by a bad guy who demolished his own house with his bare hands.

how strange to wake up and realize that the sun is shining, in a hot, summery way.