So I remembered what I had written earlier but accidentally deleted. I mentioned two of my dreams that have been bothering me.
The first, I fought off a pack of wolves with nothing but my bare hands. I got bit a few times too. It felt real.
The other, I punched a wall for what felt like 5 solid minutes. My entire dream was me punching a wall. Come on...
Today, I was cleaning the bathroom (something I never did when I lived in the dorm [sorry Ryan]) and I realized that I might not be a stripper (contrary to rumors in Spanish class) but I do have things to offer. I'm not a total slob. There's some good in me. And some "diablo"...
Also, I hate cleaning bathrooms.
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