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The other night I had a dream that my friend Jill and I got super wasted in my old bedroom at my parents house. This dream was completely bizarre for a few reasons. One: neither of us drink. We both used to, but don't anymore. Two: that bedroom has been a zillion other peoples' rooms since then. Well. Really just my sister's room and a guest room. But it's had a few layouts. In my dream it was the old school layout, but I was just home visiting. I don't know if that makes sense. On... Three: Jill was curled up sleeping on a shelf in my closet, and when I came to find her she was hanging out of it telling me how we had to get wasted all day long. She was already hammered. My question was, if you get really drunk and need to pass out, why would you crawl up onto a shelf in a closet? I would just pass out on the floor. Or in the yard. Or in a parking garage with my pants down. Hence why I don't drink anymore.

The no smoking is going good today... because I haven't smoked. Only one piece of nicotine gum so far. I'll have another one here in a minute because I just ate lunch. But it makes my mouth feel weird... really hot. Like I've been rubbing sand paper around my throat. That only happens if I chew it mindlessly though. You're supposed to 'park' it. I hate parking lots. And I hate parking gum. But I do like nicotine gum. Seriously, parking lots could possibly be the root of all that is wrong with the world.

I am going to go work out today. I brought a cute little workout jazz-ma-tazz outfit with me to work which includes leggings and a Bob Dylan tour tee shirt. But I wore the most ridiculous bright pink underwear with Christmas sayings all over them (don't judge me, they're comfortable, and they are from the most recent Christmas so...) They are going to show right through those leggings. Oh well. I guess that's why I joined an all girls gym, since I will inevitably do this kind of crap all the time. Good lookin' out Molly!

Until next time (later tonight?) Ciao bella interweb!