Don't you hate it when you have a dream. And it seems so wonderfully real and tactile. Then you realize that Staples doesn't sell oranges or peppers and wake up, wishing you could go back to sleep?
Yeah. That bites.
Oh, and to top that off I get to be sick and be victim to my hypocritical mother on my one day off this week. I'm going to make
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