Dreams, etc.

The universe conspires against me. That's all there is to it. 


I always have dreams of being a perfect student. Dedicating time to my studies, remembering everything, taking beautiful pages of notes. I also dream of being the perfect employee. 


I am not these things. 


Today I had a dream that I drove my scooter through the UK while on my honeymoon. I was driving the scooter in an effort to hunt down my husband, who had disappeared. It was weird. But I had a London dream, so I'm not complaining. 


I had too much food at lunch. Now I am complaining. 


Can tomorrow be Saturday too? Maybe then I'll be caught up on things.... 


Finally, I would like to be living in 1960s London. I say that all the time. It still hasn't come true. 

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