August 27, 2007

• I tried to utilize what was left of my dreary summer and spent the last weekend before class started at Atlantic City. The night was filled with reckless gambling, sporadic endeavors searching for food, and deprivation of many hours of sleep. Being able to finally get some rest that night felt almost blissful.
  
  But I woke up early that morning from a dream that struck me as odd. It was odd because I couldn't decide what to make of it; was it good because I dreamt it or was it bad because it ended so abruptly? She spoke to me, and she said we should give it another shot. And those last few moments of that dream were one of the happiest of my life. Or at least I thought it was before I realized it was just that, only a dream.
  

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