April 27, 2002 :: 9:24 a.m.
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I am very hungry and do not like being up this early. Harumph. I don't know exactly when I'm supposed to pick Adam up. I guess I'll just go at the earliest time and wait if that's not right.
I had a scary dream last night. I almost cried. I mean, I did cry in the dream, but I almost cried for real, too. It was unpleasant and bad and much too realistic for my sense of security to come away unscathed. Yeah, I'm getting all freaked out by a dream. Shut up. I've had dreams come true before. Really. Not in their exact sense, but I've had a dream and then had the thing I dreamt about happen. So it's not like a perfect recreation of the dream or anything; it's just a weird deja vu. However, if I ever get a weird deja vu off of this one, I will... not know what to do with myself.
All right, well, I must get dressed and things. My mom and I are off to look a car in Lebanon. A bit of a drive, but it's not such a big deal for me - I'm near there about once a week, anyway, to see Adam. Oatmeal is calling me and I am weak in the face of its demands. Pleasure me, master. Warm my tummy with your mushy rolled oats.
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