Woke up from a nightmare this morning: I'd gotten a lead in a show and it was opening night. I get onstage and don't remember anything. When I woke up, I almost screamed. There is so much that dream could mean, so I'm not going to even think about it.
The math packet it evil and has to die. Ah, well.
We've planned the college visit schedule. Two weeks, four schools. I am not looking forward to it.
Work tomorrow. I should get to bed before 11p. And I might even do it, too.
The math packet it evil and has to die. Ah, well.
We've planned the college visit schedule. Two weeks, four schools. I am not looking forward to it.
Work tomorrow. I should get to bed before 11p. And I might even do it, too.
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