had a strange dream:

one of my tail lights was out and no matter what i did i couldn't fix it. every place i took it to also couldn't fix it.

is this any indication of my my life? its so boring i have "nightmares" about brake lights? or is it just my subconscious telling me i can't fix cars for shit?

whats next, i find pure fufillment in getting the most out of sqeezing every inch out of butter and cream cheese packets?

oh wait, i do.