Yesterday marks the first day in three that I've gotten to bed before 1:00 AM. The week's been spent sorting through government paperwork while commissioning more of it, working out rigorously, and handling convoluted financial transactions (One of which I hope to fix today by awkwardly loitering next to a deposit bin until 3:00 PM.)
I'd had kind of a rough day. In between my father's horror stories about basic training, and my personal horror stories about trying to get in, everything just seemed really troubled.
Even people seemed troubled. I wanted to go to bed with a frown, but someone never lets me.
As such? I'm feeling pretty chipper as I get ready to brave the sea of crap I've already managed to get myself into.
I want to write another Uninterrupted soon. I had a good long talk with Aaron, and it ended up kind of coming out an an Uninterrupted from my end, but it could use an encore performance.
In closing, I had a dream that I met the Father of a friend of mine, Agustin. His Father hates me vehemently, and has hinted that his connections within the CIA allow him to watch me from afar and know what I'm doing. I think it's all bluster and no dice, if you ask me, but in my dream, he was serving pea soup from paper bowls, and had won a trophy for being exceptionally good at those Prize Grabber games. He won a limited edition replica of Ja'far's turban from one. And was even part of a community that competitively played Prize Grabber where he had a screen-name like "Robbo-rojo" or something.
At some point, I opened a safe, too, and pulled out a bunch of jewelry, old coins, vintage clothing, and a note that just said, "I have parted ways with your necklace in Caladon. I am returning for it. -Caladon, 1."
No real ideas on any of it. Anyways, I've got to get food, jog, and convince a postman to let me retrieve a letter from the post-bin to change its address, among other things.
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