I had a dream about you and you wrote a blog about me and said that I had a militant haircut. It was a cool dream and I was disappointed to wake up. It wasn't cool that you thought I had a militant haircut though. I enrolled in this stupid creative writing class and I am meant to have written something really amazing by now but haven't even thought about ideas. Maybe I am just too scared to "get creative" and would just rather stop going to the class and get an E grade. That would be cool. Much cooler than getting "critiqued" by some tool that writes opera and poetry. What to do! Maybe I should just get really enthusiastic about yachting and gliding. Good, cheap hobbies.