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Tyler did his best to make me stop moping about the cake, including suffering through men's figure skating. I love the figure skating boys. The Czech one was made me for me, I swear. I'm going to have to run away and learn to ice skate. So I sat on the floor, ate ice cream with chocolate sauce for my (nonexistant) cake and it was alright.

I keep having bizarro dreams that leave me very confused some morning time. I'm not sure what that is.