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Dreams, always. I keep oversleeping, messing with my alarm clock in the night so I wind up missing classes. There is an exam today, which I need to go to. I need a pencil.

All these fragments. The dreams do not help me sleep, and when was the last time I had a pleasant one? Now it is just my mother with Alzheimers, slaves, painful confrontations. My subconscious must be a royal mess. Too bad I can't delete the entire drive and start clean.

neato, I'm published somewhere

After a long day off too much thinking, I came home to a really cool surprise. In my mailbox no less. Proving that nothing can stop the goodness of mail, even now.

A couple months ago, I sent something in to USAA's U25 magazine. A short paragraph about how to date well on less money, something I learned from my friend Kevin actually. They decided to print it, the first one in the article, without any editing. Yay! I recieved a package with a couple copies of the issue, a 30 minute calling card, and a nifty U25 tshirt. Rock. That made my day so much better.

Little things, yes. Thank God for little things.