July 11th 2018
I'm not usually the type that shares dreams I have but last night James Franco destroyed my laptop because he thought it contained evidence of his drug use. A robot, not unlike Cogsworth from Fallout 4, came in to repair my computer and was shouting like an Army medic saying things to my computer like, "Goddamnit, stay with me!" "Don't you DARE fucking take this one, Lord!" "You're gonna make it! Don't you die on me!"
It wound up being good as new, but I was upset because the decals were ruined.
I think I might be working too hard?
UPDATE 7/12: Last night in class someone sitting next to me somehow managed to accidentally sever the extension cord for my laptop charger with a chair leg while it was plugged in leading to the smell of smoke and the fire alarm being subsequently pulled. Oh, and the Franco dream had taken place in a classroom.
Conclusion: I am a prophet.