I’m surprised I managed any dreaming at all last night, because James kept moving around and waking me up. I feel like I barely slept at all. Plus I feel like an ass for pushing him off me every time he rolled over for some sleep-cuddling. Also, he set the alarm for 6:45 pm. Not that it mattered much anyway, since he woke me up by steamrolling me in his sleep at 7.
Anyway, I dreamed I went to a U2 concert and it SUCKED. There were like 20 people, it was poorly organized, barely audible, even the band was bored… worst concert ever.
I am totally going to knit this, but in two colours, not the prescribed TEN. Like this:
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