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I love you, Chelsea Thornton.
and now for something completely different...
I just remembered a really weird dream I had last night about trying to sharpen the end of a mechanical pencil. It wasn't working, but I didn't want to write with it the way it was because the end was all dull and flat and wide and it made my writing ugly.
For some reason, I very readily dismissed the idea that I might have another pencil. Or, that I could even go to the trouble of buying a new, better pencil.
I can't remember how the dream ended, but this is mostly what my whole life has been about lately and I'm not sure how that ends either.
and now for something completely different...
I just remembered a really weird dream I had last night about trying to sharpen the end of a mechanical pencil. It wasn't working, but I didn't want to write with it the way it was because the end was all dull and flat and wide and it made my writing ugly.
For some reason, I very readily dismissed the idea that I might have another pencil. Or, that I could even go to the trouble of buying a new, better pencil.
I can't remember how the dream ended, but this is mostly what my whole life has been about lately and I'm not sure how that ends either.