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[missizzy]

Amusingly enough, last night I dreamed I was dating a boy from Panama who wanted to become a doctor, and on our first date together I ran out of the house and forgot my purse. Fortuneatly he had enough money to cover both of us, and I felt better for being able to instruct him on using the metro. At least until the surprisingly large coin slot on the farecard machine proved jammed, and while it was in fact so wide I was able to stick my hand in and clear the slot, when I did, the machine prompted went crazy and spit out a whole pile of coins. And weirdly enough, there was no crowd that promptly ran to the machine and tried to pick the coins up, nor did it occur to me to do so.
I woke up the realization that my cramps haven't gone away, even though they usually do by the second day now. I'll chalk it up to stress this time.