Last night I dreamt I could turn anything I wanted into tin.  It was mildly profitable, since I could sell the tin at junk yards.  Eventually I lost it all when i was shot trying to steal someone’s bathtub.

In other news, my mouth still really hurts after getting three teeth pulled and a root canal.  And my insides hurt afetr trying to eat enough pasta that i never have to eat again.  But in the middle of that sentence I ran to the washroom and puked.  Guess that didn’t work.   I hate blogs.