I had a dream last night that I was going to a prom. A high school prom. 28 years old and I'm dreaming about going to the prom. Sad. I was all concerned about not having a dress. I think it's wedding nervousness. Oh, hell no, not mine...Sally's getting married! I'm gonna be a bridesmaid. I have to wear a nice dress. Sort of prom-esque I guess. Oh well.


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