I'm on a college-level drunk, where as I start to try to fall asleep, I hear a vaguely New Wave melody in my head incessantly.
Still troubled by last night's dream. This part is true: A friend, neighbor, former co-worker, and fellow parishioner, filed for divorce. They have two daughters, about 15 and 12.
The dream is that their mom had to move them
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