In which my sister’s yoga videos permeate my dreams

I just woke up from a dream where I was in a math class being taught by none other than Ely Buendia. Only he was teaching it with a really thick, drawn out Indian accent.When he approached me later to ask why I sucked so much, I had to tell him, “Look, I’ll be honest with you. I can’t understand what you’re saying with that accent.”

To which he gave me the stinkeye and asked, “What are you, racist?”

So I snapped, “You’re not even Indian!”

And that’s when I woke up.