A'ight, so today is Martin Luther King, Jr, Day, yes?
I want to crawl back into bed.
Today should be a day off for me. I want as many of those as I can get. However, one of my teachers decided to assign homework based off of some of the events today. Booooo.
Well, I guess I should stop complaining. Here comes a subject change!
I had a weird dream last night. Mommy made cinnamon rolls and other similar sugary breakfast stuffs. I had one of each, but none filled me up. And by the time I got to the traditional cinnamon roll, my bowl (why did I even take a bowl? plates are so much easier for this) was so completely filled with some oily kind of icing from the other stuff that it completely covered the cinnamon roll.
I tried using what looked like either pretzels or French fries to scoop up some of the icing and eat it, but it made no difference. So finally, I took my bowl to the sink and dumped out the excess icing, making sure to keep my cinnamon roll in there. But when I started eating the cinnamon roll then, it tasted no good. It had soaked up too much of the oily icing to have any kind of firmness whatsoever so it was all mushy, and the oiliness itself I think contributed to the bad taste too somehow... And although that didn't fill me up either, it did take away my appetite.
Hmm, does it mean something? Or was it just a dream? I dunno. But I do feel the need to point out that it had nothing to do with Mommy's cooking and everything to do with not being smart enough to dump or eat the excess icing before grabbing the cinnamon roll. =)
Au revoir!
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