Thursday, January 22, 2009

Would I ever smell the wooden floors again?

I am dreaming in foreign languages again, and standardized tests. I was convinced I was really Answer C when the mumbling  Spanish voice was telling me that the correct answer was a new job next to me, but it was just my pillow and I woke up disoriented from having gotten stuck in the Science of Sleep world again. The new star keeps showing up everywhere, while the old ones are still hanging about during the day, hoping for a comeback. It's almost too much. Stuart and Snoopy explain my sentiments below. 

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