This morning I woke up late, but it's because of the extra half an hour that I had this weird dream involving Leena and Amanda. For some reason all three of us were living in one room, with three separate twin beds. One day I come in and two of them are pushed together and the plan is that all three of us sleep in it. Leena seemed super excited, Amanda was just sitting on the bed, and I came in with a "hell no, i haven't slept like that since i was 2 for a reason--" and at that moment, Leena falls off the bed and narrowly misses the wooden end table. She hits the ground hard and immediately starts complaining. As I say "I told you so" she gets up quickly, only to smack her forehead on the end table itself as she was partly underneath it. I don't laugh, I just look at her with such judgment and a disapproving shake of my head. She is a petulant child. Leena then bites back at me about my sleep cycle, how I go to bed at 4am and wake up late, wasting my day away. I can hear her voice so well that I thought she honestly said it to me and something snapped in me.
I launch myself at Leena on the ground, pin her down. She struggles a bit and then gives me a look and tries moving towards my face, as though she's gonna kiss me. That pisses me off even more and I press my elbow down on her and snarl "i will fucking kill you."
All of a sudden I'm at a museum gift shop looking at postcards wtih Amanda. And I buy one.
And then I wake up.
Hm.
Iced white chocolate mocha with a shot of caramel and nature valley granola. Sugar sugar sugar
Lunch of a cubano panini, doritos, and dr. pepper from ecco
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