Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
Well, Hello, Sunday morning. I dreamed about you last night. Then, I woke up and you were already here!
Actually, I had some weird dream about trying to cross borders. I don't know if it was the States or abroad. Felt local, but looked foreign.
Our group had professional fighters in it... think pro-wrestlers. We were all held in an unfinished room at the border. One of our group had a police uniform and got us across... think Big Bossman. It was like a comedy movie.
Creative juices were probably still flowing from making noise, last night, when I fell asleep on the couch. Either that, or the spicy sandwich from Zaxby's went to my head.
Anyway, it's today and that's good. Today needs to last a long time. Give me all you've got, Sunday.
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