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Woke up at 7am to clean up the rest of the baking mess I made last night. I'm visiting Jacob today and he requested cookies, so I made enough cookies last night for him to have a dozen, the other dozen going to Sarah & Riley. Then I stayed up at an obscene hour reading fanfiction because I'm a dork. And here I am.
Dudes I had a dream that I was in one of my high school classes again making a love secret (at least I think that's what it was? don't quote me on that I'm a little loopy) for aymaera out of glitter, construction paper, and crayon. Some wanker tried to yoink it from me, and I can't remember what else happened, la dee da, and then I remember running across campus to my car because I forgot to bring my clarinet to class with me and I was going to be all late for band and man, was Mr. Lantz pissed about that. Oh, and there was something about the Dickbag Hoity Toity Brass Players being nice to me (what? huh? since when did I exist in their little world?) just so they could have some of my snickerdoodles. Uhhhhh how about no?
I can't remember what else. I tend to have very loopy dreams when shooting for six hours of sleep or less.
Also, I disappoint myself. Last night I lost out on the chance to speak up for a friend where her voice can't be heard. It baffles me as to why I let that slip by. I guess you could liken my stance to Huxley being Darwin's Bulldog, only to a lesser extent? Bah, I'm not making any sense.
Sorry, friend.
I need shower. And pants. And coffee.