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That was not a good dream. It involved marching band which was pretty, an old boyfriend which was not and then lots of random trouble of trying to get food in a huge cafeteria, Alan Rickman took my seat and food.

So I woke up sore and worn out and my throat's hurting and I missed the farmer's market. I'm not too surprised by that just because of when it runs to and I'm not a morning person.

At this point I'm not sure if I'm going to walk into town or not, I'll see how I feel and tonight I get to do Happy Hour which is usually fun.