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[jolly_oddness]

One thing I do enjoy about college is how seemingly calm quiet nights can turn into instant weirdness and action.

I was in my bedroom when there was a knock at my door. The following conversation occurred:

Me: (opens door) Hi!
Em: (jumping up and down) THERE'S A MOUSE UNDER THE COUCH HELP MEEEEEE PLEASE!
Me: Oh! I see...I'll just...go get dressed

Comments

[stillcarl]

Your life is starting to resemble (other people's) dreams. Cherries offered in the middle of the night and mouse confrontations in a knickerless state. What would Freud have said!

[jolly_oddness]

Not at all like my dreams, though, they are not violent enough.

I think Freud and I would have a long conversation about these sort of things.