Last night I dreamed about tidying, and also my plants. I mean, my dream!plants were pretty neat, but it turns out dream!me also is bad at watering properly.
That’s got nothing to do with work, but it *is* Thursday, and I *am* going to work, and I didn’t feel like I had much else to say, so the dream thing kind of snuck in there.
I also dreamed there was a bird in my room, and actually woke up enough to think ‘wait, there isn’t really a bird in here, right?’ (Not to worry, it was outside. Or possibly imaginary; it’s not like I woke up all the way to check.)
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