My Life: The Abridged Version

Posted on July 19, 2009
Filed Under May I Interject?, Thought |

The dream I had last night went like this:

I had just gotten new software for my computer. I began to install it.

Then mid-install, an error message pops up. I have no more space. I panic.

That was it.

My subconscious needs a vacation.

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