Jumpin' Jesus on a pogo stick, what is Nick doing? He's dancing in his seat. No, he stood up now. "It's this Somali dude!" he shouts at me over the noise that isn't there in the studio (he's listening to the headphones). We're playing House Of Cards by Radiohead and Nick is turning all hip-hop in the corner there. Sheesh. I just realized that T-Pain was in my dream last night. He didn't really do anything. It was just "Katie's Dream (ft. T-Pain)" or something. I had to wash my hands a lot and sometimes I used too much soap and sometimes the water was cold. I washed my hands, like, thirty times in my dream last night. What does that say about me? And what does it say about me if I'm watching YouTube in my dreams? What's that? I can't hear you. Oh, I remember why. I have this little thing that I can't hear people who are telling me bad things about myself. Sorry. That's just the way it goes.
Wow, I wish it weren't Monday. I guess I also wish that I didn't have to go to the gym right after this.
The easiest way to pick me out of the crowd is to look for the girl who is shaking her fist at the sun.
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