And it’s throwing me off. I actually question reality, and not in that stupid bumper sticker way. I was getting ready to tell Susan about something awful that happened at Ipanema the other night and I had to tell myself, “K-Dog, that totally DID NOT happen. Plus, Susan isn’t downstairs, anyway, I don’t know who you think you’re talking to.” Last night I had a dream that I had a dream about someone who was sitting on a bench across from my cubicle and my boss was making fun of me. Now I have to go to work, on a Sunday.

Also, in addition to this, I can’t stop thinking about broccoli pizza. Maybe I’ll make some tonight on a study break.

I hope this is enough, Alicia. Sorry I don’t have time to find photos.