Who Lives in a Pineapple Under The Sea?

JF: im having a little FLY problem in my office
JF: big, meaty ass flys
JF: like flying toddlers
Me: you should name them
Me: they can be like your flying monkeys
JF: i killed 4 today
JF: now if they ran errands, I wouldn't care
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My heart was racing when I awoke from a dream at five o'clock this morning.
It's hazy but I remember waiting for a table with Tim at a swanky restaurant. After a while we were seated. When it came time to order drinks, I was asked for ID. But I couldn't find my purse. I left it at the bar. It was still there when I got to it, but my license was missing. They went through my wallet and only grabbed my ID. I remember panicking. Hyperventilating even. My identity had been stolen. Immediately I felt that I didn't exist. Tim didn't recognize me anymore. I called my mom and she had no clue who I was.

And then.
I woke up.

Dudes.
I need to stop watching Spongebob before bed.