(diaryland) September 12, 2005 - 12:04 a.m.

I had a dream where I went to a toe doctor for a bendy toe and he cut it off with child's scissors (it didn't hurt at all), put it in something that looked like a plastic take-away container and charged me forty bucks fifty. I was unclear whether the doctor was going to straighten it out again and sew it back on, or whether it was gone for good. I had a feeling it was the latter.

I was pissed off, because I still wanted to have all my toes.

Anyway, I have to go now. I must watch 'Salad Fingers'.