Becky Curtis (hendor) wrote in opus_two, @ 2011-02-11 22:24:00 |
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Current mood: | weird |
*Is woken up by her alarm clock, which she promptly beats into submission (might possibly hate that thing even more than nicotine gum).*
*Reaches over for a pad and pen she's taken to keeping on her bedside cabinet and sits up so she can start noting down what she dreamt about that night.*
Let's see...I was at work...then I was at the mall, but I don't remember how I got there. Pete was there too...at least I think it was Pete, I bought a handbag...and then all my teeth fell out.
*Cocks her head as she reads what she's just written.* This is ridiculous.
*Chucks the notepad away and gets up, throwing on a robe.*
*Definitely needs coffee to deal with this bullcrap.*