Had a dream last night. I was in WWIII. And there were NSDP running around again, bombing houses with indie band girls in them. And for once, I was on the good side.
You know. The one having bombs dropped on me.
This probably comes from watching too much Schindler's List before bedtime.
Am I the only one who thinks that Oskar Schindler is one of the sexiest, most sinister and bad-ass names ever?
Well, apart from H/T.
P.S. (So this is what I missed not being stationed at Auschwitz. lol.)