Now, my spoon is smooth.

I do not remember what I dreamed last night and that makes me sad. Stupid alarm clock.

I got some sand paper and I sanded my wooden spoon like the instructions said. Makes me feel a sense of accomplishment. In the hardware store today, I thought for sure someone would escort me out and point me toward the fabric store or something. Big scary men carrying lumber and other various men-things were going about and would look at me curiously. I guess the fact that I looked completely lost might have helped make matters worse. I so should have worn my bonnet and some petticoats. . .

I took a nap today. It was beautiful. Like I even needed a nap, but who cares? My dream from my nap is vague. The phone kept ringing and waking me up. I unplugged it. No, that's not what I dreamed, that's what happened. Anyway, something about it being easy to enter but not so to leave. And two people went with me. And it was down. In an elevator maybe. Down. Down.

Oh, homework. That's what I should be doing. Farewell, friend.