I had a dream the other night that my dad was a mortician. We had a "workshop" (I'm not sure what it's called) in our house, and my family would get upset at him because he wouldn't ever wash his hands after playing with the dead people.
I'm going nuts, yo.
Christmas break in 14 days!
I think I can, I think I can...
PS. Why is it that my crazy cat won't drink milk but will eat pumpkin pie?
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