Last night, I dreamed I was jogging at an athletic park. It was crowded with various cultural groups. Jim Lee was there. I jogged past him; he recognized me and gave me his private cell number. That moment made me very happy.
I woke up during the sunrise, the last day of the weekend. The countdown begins for another heavy work week.
We’re ordering breakfast from Broken Yolk Cafe. This is my first time having food from there, and I hope it doesn’t disappoint. Happy Sunday.
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