I dreamed last night that Brandon and I had to go back to high school because we took a semester off from college. I dreamed the principal was talking to us, and he said "Now, Brandon, you're going to probably stand out because you look so old compared to the students. Wendy, you'll fit in fine." I woke up annoyed.

Today I put laundry in two of the washing machines in the laundry room near our apartment. The third machine was broken, no surprise. There are two other laundry rooms at our small complex. Anyway, I totally forgot about the clothes for about an hour, which is only about 15 minutes after they're done anyway. When I neared the laundry room, I noticed that the washing machines were silent. I ventured inside and was startled by a girl standing behind the door. The lights weren't even on. She'd been brooding in the dark, accompanied by her laundry and detergent. Waiting for the culprit, me. The insensitive beast who'd forgotten her clothes. I immediately began tossing my clothes into two dryers. I was delighted when, as soon as I cleared out the first washing machine, another lady walked in and started packing her laundry into it. The brooding girl had been waiting for me, the enemy, to leave before she put her clothes in and now she'd lost her chance. Har.