I’ve been thinking one of my goals for 2014 might be to get a tattoo finally. Last night I had a dream that I went to the tattoo place but they were all booked up, so I sat down in their ground-floor café to wait for an appointment to open up, and in the process I had so many drinks and bowls of soup that my bill added up to like $184 and I panicked and ran out of there.
I have no idea what this means…