I woke up this morning to my music, went and met with the Risograph person about our copiers, talked to her a bit about ink and stuff, and then, as we finished up, I checked the clock and realized that I had managed to miss my class. Then I woke up from this very strange dream to my music playing, checked the clock, and realized that I had managed to miss my class.
Weird.
That happened to me frequently in highschool, except I rarely, if ever, actually missed the class…