I am carrying a record to some sort of lodge building. I have already ripped the contents of the record to my iTunes and am looking for somebody to give the record to since I don't have a record player. I come across a caretaker or janitor and hand the record to him. He turns out to be the artist who recorded the record. I tell everybody I come across who he is. Nobody else is as impressed as I think they should be and a lot of people don't even recognize his name.
Stuart and I have made a deal that we will get married on Valentine's Day if we are both still single. Today is Valentine's Day and it is time to get ready for the wedding tonight. Mom and I go to the grocery store to shop for decorations. At this point I am starting to feel uncomfortable with the plan for the first time, wondering if I can and should really go through with it. Previously I had been excited about any chance to end up with Stuart. For some reason I can't bring myself to mention this discomfort to anybody, so I am worried that I'll end up going through with a marriage I don't think is a good idea.
We load up on pink and red Mylar balloons with a heart shape in the center, with enough helium escaped to make them float at about waist level. I try to get some that are still fully buoyant but that doesn't fit in with Mom's plan so she refuses to buy them.
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