Dreams of Steak

I didn’t get enough sleep because Klara urgently needed to borrow a book from my bedroom at 7 am. Everything at work that could go wrong went wrong. Adobe changed salary numbers in faculty contracts in weird ways. It was all crap.

My eyes are bleary, I’m hungry and miserable. I’m pacing around the playground, dreaming of steak. A juicy, bloody, very rare steak.

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