No, I don't either.

Obviously, I had more weird dreams last night. Two this time. Aren't you excited?

Say yes.

Anyway, in the first dream I was visiting my old Ukrainian great uncle. actually, my whole family was there, as were a very many members of the extended family. I mean, we're talking as if all twenty of my great-grandfather's various children and step-children had reunited and were all sitting down to a delicious meal of kapusta, kielbasa, and plenty of vodka. Anyway, my sister and I wanted to get away from all the tumult downstairs (my uncle had apparently moved into a very large mansion to accommodate all the people visiting!), so we wandered upstairs. We were amazed at how fancy and out-of-character all the furniture was. I was especially shocked to see one of those gigundous flat-screen TVs with a matching home theater system, that was naturally on and showing a program on Ukrainian folk dance. I said to my sister: "Our uncle can buy that, and he won't give me any money for school?" Then I woke up for a bit.

Upon falling back asleep, I dreamt that I was in prison, and Christopher Walken *shudder* was the prison warden. I had gotten all kinds of good behavior points, so I was allowed to work as a receptionist at the prison's front desk. But when I left my cell block, I had to pick up my ankle and scan it through the ankle-scanning machine, because apparently the prison had implanted a chip into my ankle to prevent escape. Anyway, I spent my first day of work putting papers into folders and putting rubber bands over them, until Christopher Walken told me I had to go back to my cell. Then I woke up.

I need to get back to Gradschoolville already. Tomorrow! Woohoo!

That is all. Have a lovely day everyone! :)

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