My allergies have been going nuts lately and my sleep has been really weird. I'm pretty sure that I dreamt of this last night:

I was visiting the band Sleater-Kinney while they were on tour (apparently, I'm incredibly cool in some of my dreams). I don't think Janet Weiss was around, but I was hanging out with Carrie Brownstein and Corin Tucker and they were showing me this hand-bound book they had made.

Apparently, in a previous dream, we had invented a new snack food, called "Doloritos". They're tasty corn-based chips that taste like mental anguish and sorrow. The band was pretty into these fictional chips and the book they were showing me was full of all these drawings and stories they had written about Doloritos while on tour. They had several of these hand-bound books with them.

Man, I really have no idea.

Etymology: Middle English dolour, from Middle French, from Latin dolor pain, grief, from dolEre to feel pain, grieve

: mental suffering or anguish : SORROW

"But oh, the smell of burnt cocaine
The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky"
- The Decemberists, "Los Angeles, I'm Yours"