Two nights ago I was trying to finish up my math homework and because its
Those who know me will probably know that after 11.30, my brain completely shuts down.
And so it goes:
I would write a few equations and solve a few things (Or not) when suddenly into my head would pop things like:
An american voice saying "I'm just gonna check on the buttercream fra-aw-wsting"
(Context: I'd spent a large part of the afternoon watching cupcake wars)
Or my yellow polka dotted mug would morph into a red and white checkered mug with Simba printed on it (The mug of my childhood which broke my heart when it broke)
Or my foolscap paper would look like a receipt
Also last night I had an odd dream that i was in charge of a beautiful baby (child-dreams...no Jane Eyre references please)
It's a rather good thing i think that i took time off today to sleep in because i think fatigue was making me go slightly mad
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