Please find Becky.

I composed my letter of resignation as I drifted off to sleep. That night, I saw people get hit by subway trains in my dreams. Today, I got an amazing splinter. It was about a half inch, and went in and out opposite sides of my finger. Didn't hurt. I'm going to search for the lights tomorrow night. I need to buy film. Why do newspapers endorse political candidates? How can I take them seriously if the tell me beforehand that they are favoring one candidate over another? I think I'm too sleepy to take a shower or wash the dishes. Sorta hit me just now.