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[wickedflea]

Sunday nights kill me. I can never sleep worth a damn. This morning I woke waked got up at 5:30 after having extremely weird dreams. In one my dad and I went to a bar in Starkville that I used to work at. I got into a huge argument with a guy who used to go to school with me (but switched to the asshole private school in about the ninth grade). He was working there and wouldn't take my order (he was too busy laughing his ass off while throwing globs of avocado at the switch on the wall that turned the dishwasher on), so I went in the kitchen and made my own damn chicken sandwiches -- which would have been fine, but I ended up getting stuck doing dishes. Fruh.