So I had a dream last night in which I was the cast of Les Mis. Like, the whole cast. It was odd. I really belted out the ballads though, so kudos to my dream-self. Except during "Come to Me" I wept inconsolably, as is my wont.

You guys, I need to get to Seattle. Like, now. In a major way. I can't stop thinking about it. I'm definetely going to get there by the end of the year if only for a visit. I have no clue what it is about that city, but it calls my name. It says "Psst...Braaaaaaaaaaaad...come to me...another day is dying..." and now I'm slipping into verse. Ah well.

Good morning so far. Woke up, made me some very good espresso, caught up on some reading. It's a little boo-worthy because Cari called in to work today. Which means it will be me and K all night. *headdesk* That's what I get for picking up my days off. Oh well.

And tonight: The gym *cue oh fortuna*. My fat ass needs to get back to the treadmill. actually I've lost a few more pounds without even going to the gym, but now I wanna be all buff and studly


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