Okay. Early this morning I dreamt that I was in Antarctica. Living and working there.
Problem is, there was a part of the frozen continent that was green and had a little town in it...with a main street and stores.
The Gilroy was there with me, showing me the ropes.
Herb was in some sort of supervisory position, so I had to figure out how to adjust all by myself, with The Gilroy's help.
Makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.
Find some hidden meaning in that, Dr. Jung.
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