I just had an interesting experience.

As I was waking up, I saw the stripes of sunlight going over my room and one particular stripe had the face of my Michael Crawford figurine/music box. And he was just staring at me like "what the fuck are you doing with your life? You're forgetting something, you BITCH." And I noticed that right behind him was his shadow, all perfect and hatted, looming right over my body in my middle school graduation picture. It was really cool looking!

And now I feel guilty for not writing lately. At all. I have to make up for that during spring break.