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I dreamed last night that I didn't get my application for the Kyudai LLM program in on time. It was very upsetting, since it felt very real. I also lived in some kind of crypt in a foreign city (Paris?) that was not fully covered from the elements. And I think elements of Jaws worked their way into the dream too, which I can't explain.

Then I woke up this morning thinking it was Saturday. Why did I think this? Because it was light outside when I woke up, and it's usually dark-ish, since I get up around 6:30 during the week. But then I realized it was not in fact Saturday, and rolled over to check the time. 8:00. Wtg, ass.

The problem was this: I like to play sudoku on my phone. However, when I play sudoku, it doesn't let my phone go to sleep. So if, for example, I'm lying in bed playing sudoku and fall asleep, the phone stays on and the battery eventually dies. The problem part comes in because my phone is also one of my alarms. I have a regular alarm, but my phone alarm tends to wake me up rather than incorporate itself into my dreams.

So last night, I fell asleep playing sudoku and my phone died. I must have also turned my other alarm off while trying to hit snooze. Thus the 8:00 wake-up. Didn't get to exercise or shower. Not a good way to start the day.

I got to work and my supervisor popped his head in to do the "how are you?" thing, to which I replied "Unphghaf," and explained my grumpies. He came back a few minutes later to say, "I have an answer for you. Starbucks." So we went to SB and all was right with the world.

My supervisor also bought some ice cream so the office could do a taste test between Ben & Jerry's Americone Dream and Haagen Daz's Caramel Cone. Having now tasted both, I can say that Caramel Cone is the superior ice cream. The caramel ice cream is nice and the chocolate-covered waffle cone pieces are crunchier. The caramel is equally delicious in both. Too bad Caramel Cone doesn't have a sweet celebrity endorsement deal with Stephen Colbert.

After a relatively slow day at work, I came back home and lounged by the pool for an hour or so. So nice. It wasn't as balls-hot as it was earlier in the day, and when I got too hot, I could just jump in the pool to cool off. Of course the pool water was about as warm as a bathtub, but it helped.

Now I'm chillin'. I'm going fishing tomorrow for the first time this summer (and for the first time in a few years), so I'm super excited. I hope I catch something! I don't even care if we keep it, I just want to catch a fish.

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At 3:30, my supervisor walked into my office and asked if I wanted to go home. Of course I said yes, so I left and went to the pool. It was ridonkulously hot, but I had the place to myself after the Nutty Professor* left, so it wasn't bad.

I actually have a tan! My current skin color is the darkest it's ever been, at least since childhood. I'm so proud of myself, even though I know I'm giving myself skin cancer. Too bad it will fade and I'll be pale again soon. :(

I'm going to Wartown/Macon with Mom tomorrow. We're going to stop at the White Diamond for BBQ and hopefully fried pickles. They were out of fried pickles the last time I went, and I made my displeasure known to the waiter with a loud, whiny WUT. I may call ahead just in case. Then we're going to go to Lane's Southern Orchards, aka the peach packing plant, for dessert. I'm so excited. And Michelle's going to come too, since she lives there. But she's got a baby now (i.e., a puppy, god help her if it was an actual human child), so she can't stay for long.

I'm still trying to decide if I want to go to the Joshua James concert in Piedmont Park Sunday night. I love him, but I don't have anyone to go with at the moment, and I don't want to get back to the hotel super late since I have to drive back home early. Also, I don't want to get robbed/raped/murdered at the park. Maybe I'll ask Aaron or Jared if they'd like to go. Because Joshua James is amazing. (Thanks, Sean!)

Now I'm chilling on the couch watching Archer on Hulu. What an awesome show. It's like Arrested Development in animated form.

I should probably eat something other than the two bowls of cereal I've already had since I just had a little bit of cheese for lunch. But I don't want to leave... Maybe I'll make myself toast? With jam? The possibilities are endless.

*The Nutty Professor is my nickname for this weird, unfriendly guy who does these really slow laps around the pool. He is allegedly a professor at Armstrong, thus the nickname.