I was going to start complaining about how I couldn’t find my other shoe, but then I found it, so I can’t do that now.
I was having this weird dream when mom started yelling at me to get up. My uncle called me and asked if I could come and be in his play THAT NIGHT. The kid he had playing Huck Finn couldn’t come for some reason. So I went, thinking about how I’ve never read the book, never read this script, never seen a rehearsal… they finally got a script to me just before the play started, but I wasn’t worried. I was thinking, I can do this, it won’t be a problem. Then mom woke me up. I wanted to see how I did!
Argh this person outbid my aunt on the Faye Valentine costume. She was gonna get it for me for my bday. She told me to bid again, so I did, again, and again, and again. Gosh, I don’t know what that other person proxy bidded, but I ran it up to $71, which is waaaay more than I should pay for a Faye Valentine costume that doesn’t include shoes and wig. Heck, I could have made that skimpy little outfit for less than the original bid price. And out of vinyl, too, which would be better for Faye.