and don't forget the cristal!

fitful dreams. all i can remember really is waking up from a dream where i was a senior in high school and my brother was in sixth grade (makes no sense) and had been beat up by bullies for talking to a librarian the wrong way. boy did i have no idea of what to do, and somehow thought that i would not be able to physically handle the sixth graders myself, so i had to call upon boy friends to do so. then i woke up, rolled out of bed, hopped onto bike, and to the green line cafe (yay colorful stained glass!). now at huntsman. taking frequent breaks. typing up my notes as i should've been doing all semester, but it's going pretty well despite rushed-ness!