There are some days when I want breakfast so bad that there is no recognizable amount of time spent "waking up" between opening my eyes and heading to the kitchen. Other days call for many minutes in bed, picturing proposal scenes. Not necessarily mine, but definitely sometimes mine.
It is funny, or maybe not funny, that there is definitely a correlation between the liberality of my politics and the romance of my daydreams; both have risen over the past four years. Let's blame it on the humanities.
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