The title will only make sense if you're a Calvin and Hobbes fan (and if you aren't, you're dead to me). Basically, I had two long, detailed dreams last night, and they both sucked. They made me sad, worried, and anxious, and now have me wondering what the hell they mean, and questioning a lot of things I'd thought I knew. I've never been a fan of this type of dream, and yet, the tiny little Jan's of my subconscious decided those were the two movies of the night. If they didnt have such a strong union, I'd fire them all. As it is, I'd settle for a strike.
I have class. Maybe it'll distract me from the stupid dream-induced thoughts that keep circling my head. Here's to hope!
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