That's all I can say.

Dreams haven't been appearing to me much lately. I suppose that means everything is going fairly well at the moment, but there was this one a couple weeks ago that I can recall just barely. I was in a diner, and pretty much every girl I've ever known was there wearing the exact same generic beige dress. There were cupcakes and the dark linoleum tiles on the floor were made of hot lava. I remember burning my feet, and I remember eating way too many cupcakes (I'm not sure if this was by choice), and I remember a stick-up. Hot coffee poured down into my belly while I sat at the red and white counter with complete silence that hadn't existed before.