Last night I dreamt that I was asked by my former 3rd grade teacher to come perform a comedy routine for her current students, so I anxiously wrote down a few notes on some things I thought 9-year-olds would find funny. But then when I got there, there weren't any 3rd graders, it was just everyone I hated in high school, all grown up.
Huh.
(I'll fill you in on Houston soon, don't worry.)
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