The other night I had a dream that there had been some kind of apocalyptic disaster and everyone was running around trying not to die and my glasses had been lost.  I am a goddamn mole–I can barely see six inches in front of my face.  So dream-me sort of accidentally rebuilt society during the Epic Search for Prescription Lenses.  I literally had a dream about rebuilding a post-apocalypse society just so I could have a pair of glasses, and the horrifying part is that it’s actually something I would do.  Like “yeah, I’m sorry that the apocalypse happened and all, but come on, guys, priorities.”

This has been a PSA about how Moran is absolute trash.