Sweet dreams are made of this
I think one of the greatest feelings one can experience is when one
first wakes up, faintly remembering the remnants of a dream, not fully
understanding what just went down exactly but having that overwhelming
surreal feeling that everything is going to be just fine and not to
worry anymore. This day (11-7:30 @ a register, w00t.) is going to be
good. What's left of summer is going to be good. Senior year is going
to be good. And I'm stoked. You guys have good ones too, I gotta get to work. Peace out.