Last night had one of those crazy realistic dreams. Was back at the University of Delaware, readying for final exams. For some reason I think the tests for all four of my classes are in the evening. I drive to school from my home (odd, because I live in New York), only to realize that I missed half my tests. Lori Raffa, a girl I was in second grade with, informs me I missed the tests.”You should make up an excuse,” she tells me.
I start freaking out, knowing I’ve pissed away my future.
Then I wake up—thrilled to be 39.
