Listening to: Milk Street Radio

 My brain continued its quest to drive me mad last night (or was it simply a quest to wake me up because my right arm had fallen asleep? I’ll never know.). I, as a kid, had a pet lion cub. But so sad, it was sick. Dream-mother decided well, we might as well cook it up for supper.

 By boiling it in a large kettle.

 While it was still alive.

 Until its head split down the middle, at which point I knew it was no longer alive.

 And I, watching this, was thinking, “I don’t really want to eat it.”

 I mean . . .

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK, BRAIN?!?

Watched: Abbott Elementary, Leverage, Northern Exposure