Last night I dreamed that I was in L.A. I was conscious of it being Sunday. I was also aware that I had to be at work the next day, but it was late at night and I still hadn't left to go back to Vegas. I was still trying to squeeze some time in with D, who was moving into a new apartment. In the dream I guess I just said fuck it, cause the last thing I remember (I should have written this earlier while the details were fresh. procrastination!) is that I was trying to think of a good excuse for not being at work.
Heh.
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