[Monkey Face]

I am cold. I don’t want to be up, but I don’t want to be in bed, either. *sigh*

I can’t go to Walmart, but I will sit here and wait for the sun to come up.

[Tax-chick]

I had weird dreams. At one point, I distinctly heard a voice say, “The van door is open.” Another time, I was trying to get a large group of Mexicans (and Deacon Rafael, who is actually Puerto Rican) to do something.