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Ack, it's August already.

Last night I had a horrible dream. I was really really angry for some reason so I was throwing things and breaking things and screaming and crying for a long time. And then when I gradually stopped being so angry that I had to scream and break things, I got angry again because I didn't want to stop taking it out on whatever was around me, since I felt the same way inside only less violent. I woke up kind of tired.

I'm ready for a day off. Just 8 and a half more hours in an apron and then I'm off for two days.

Breakfast time.