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Last night I dreamt I was driving Manolis' Jeep in New York. One of the tail lights was out, and I was trying to fix it just by matching colored wires together. Some young guys outside were harassing me and were creeping me out. I wanted to get away. I think I just started driving, but I missed my turn and had to figure out how to go around back to where I wanted to be. (Kinda happens all the time :p) I was around 15th and 19th streets. I was supposed to play my harp for a sick little boy. I can't remember what happened when I got there, but I believe there was some disappointment there.
And hot damn the powerball's up to $245 million. That would be nice.
And hot damn the powerball's up to $245 million. That would be nice.