I was just looking at today’s to dos in my orange notebook, when I remembered something that happened on Sunday night.
I woke up at 2am from a dream, and decided I needed to write it down. I grabbed my orange notebook and a pen, and scribbled a bunch of words. I just found my scribbles and can’t stop laughing. This is what (I think) they say:
Race car driver in SFO always thought I was gonna die. Cinema. Cheryl/Mike in high school we were friends. Sake to me wine with heart. Flowers with goo poured on them. She was on a date. We were basically waiting.
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