So anyway I came home and took a nap, woke up a little while ago laughing because in my dream my brother came up with a poem:
(I don't remember the first line)
I am earn, like an urn.
I am round like a donut.
I, away. I AWAY.
And that was the poem and i don't think the second line makes much sense. But the whole dream was weird, since kacy and i and a bunch of people were hanging out in a freshman's house that we don't know since no one was home.
Well, folks, this is why getting into a normal sleeping pattern is important. Now I feel like some crazy crack addict.
Well ok. I'll let everyone return to reality now. Bye.
Posted by Maleta at 7:12 p.m.