Saturday Morning

Last night, I dreamt that I was teaching, and one of the Front Desk girls came to look for me. In her hand, she held my stationary box, and I felt incredibly happy. Then I went on the dream some other things. When I woke up, I realised that I had dreamt getting the stationary box back - dirty puffy seal sticker on the front and all. I now feel slightly melancholy for two reasons: 1) I still do not have my stationary box, 2) I obsessed about it so much that it infiltrated my dreams, ergo I need a life.

Anyway, 2 more classes to reckon with today. Fingers crossed my throat and voice hold up. 


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