For some reason, even though I was in high school, I had an intern- it was this girl who was someone else's intern in Sacramento in real life. She showed up late to my party so when I was driving her home later that night, I asked if she was working tomorrow, Friday, and she said she was, so I told her we would talk about her tardiness first thing when she clocked in to work.
My family was going on vacation and my brother asked me to set up his suitcase with a new incense holder, so I did that. The holder took a lot of set-up, surprisingly, and I could hear my parents arguing in the other room as I figured it out.
For some reason, when I woke up I had "Milk and Cereal" by G. Love stuck in my head.

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