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This morning I jolted awake from a nightmare about mitosis and dancing chromosomes with the terrible feeling that I was supposed to be doing something. I kept my eyes closed because the sun was weirdly bright and fumbled around for my glasses. They were on the floor, which was weird, and the floor was plastic, which was weirder, my pillow smelled like slightly dirty laundry and I think it wasn't until I hit the door with my tennis shoes that I realized I was sprawled out on the bench seat of my truck.
In the parking lot. At school.
Every day should have one of those freaky "How the fuck did I get here?" moments. It makes life more existential.
I think I need to up my daily intake of caffeine.
In the parking lot. At school.
Every day should have one of those freaky "How the fuck did I get here?" moments. It makes life more existential.
I think I need to up my daily intake of caffeine.