I took a group walk along Commerce Drive in Exton (the busy road where work is located off of.) with Joe, Sarah, Ani, Aunt Donna, and some miscellaneous ladies (Joe was the only dude with us). It was a pretty long walk and we found some doggies along the way that we played with and released back "into the wild". When we got back to our cars, Ani drove (!) me and Joe back to school (Shanahan type setting). Cait and I went to biology class with a bunch of baked goods we had made. Apparently it was bring baked goods to class day, because everybody brought some. I don't remember what I made or what anybody else had at our lab table, BUT Cait made oatmeal cookies with peanuts (and, hilariously, the peanuts were still in their shells). I asked her why she didn't shell the peanuts before putting them in the cookies, and she responded that that was how her dad liked peanut oatmeal cookies. We goofed around in class too much, and so as punishment we were sent out to organize some storage unit.
At this point I'm flying solo, climbing really shitty shelves in a dark and damp storage unit. Mainly, I'm trying to take out all of the black dividers (just big black pieces of plastic). Meggie and Derek (friends from State College) show up and are catching the dividers as I'm throwing them out the door. I am on the the highest shelf, which is wobbling a lot, so I start freaking out over the idea of falling to my death. Meggie and Derek knocked another shelf over to steady the one I was on, which didn't work great, but it was better than it had been. I found some Brom art books, and Derek told me I should talk to Brom about all of my problems, because he had similar experiences (?). I thought, "Yeah, that's a good idea!" and threw all of the Brom books down to Meggie. I then crawled down the shelves and woke up. My alarm had gone off an hour and a half ago.
I don't really get this one.
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