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I wake up at 11:15 and I am entirely distraught. I'd planned on having breakfast with my girlfriend (who is leaving for college in a week) at 9:00. I go anyway, in some random hope that she may still be there, even though she started work when I woke up. I sat alone and waited. Then I woke up. It was a dream. It was also 11:00. My dream just became real. Fuck.

I can't believe I did that. How I slept through my alarm going off at 8:30, my phone ringing not long after nine and the doorbell ringing shortly thereafter, I'll never know. I feel absolutely horrible. I called her as soon as I woke up, even though I was sick to my stomach (and have been since I first looked at the clock this morning). She was ultimately forgiving and perfect and amazing. Then she said she'd call me during her break, which I probably missed somehow.

I feel like shit.
-Todd