Al Jourgensen hangs at the mall

So last night involved a dream where my boss quit. To replace him they hired an engineer who also happened to be a bass player for Pigface. Hijinks ensue.

I have concluded that my subconcious is no longer trying to communicate with me and is now just amusing itself by rifling through the closets and throwing whatever it can find into the air.





On the plus side, free Pigface concert.