yeah...

I had the weirdest dream about soul snaring circus leaders telling the newly dead to eat their old friends.... Moral of the story: don't go to the post office.

I miss the working the bakery already. It felt so good to work back there, keeping busy, in a lesser supervisored area. I loved doing something so straightforward and productive. Great for a temp position...Now I'm being shuffled off to the cafe, and so far haven't left the best impression as an employee.

My little sister and her friend are begging for the computer (PlleAssee!!! We need to talk to BOYS!).

Ha. I posted however simple.