i've been having the weirdest dreams lately.
i walk into work one day, and one of my coworkers points out to me that I have mismatching shoes. I look down, and realise i have one pair of shoes on, but because i don't own two pairs of the same kind, i'm wearing another shoe on my third leg, which has a second left foot.
in the other, which i had last night, i'm having to drive my mum's dinky little accord back home. but i'm also driving, via remote control, my dad's mitsubishi. anyway, a cop pulls me over, because i'm using the wheel on the passenger side (a la driving schools' cars).
feel like organising everyone else's life, anyone? why do i feel like a third wheel?