Guh.

Oh my god, I just woke up from the most cracked-out dream on the planet. (And it wasn't a nightmare! Whoo-hoo!)

I don't remember much of it, thank god.
I do remember trying to rearrange my stereo in my room without lighting the extension cords on fire with candle that was lit, being in my grandmother's house checking my email (wtf? my grandmother doesn't even have a computer...), and most of a kitchen scene.
Me and my roommates were trying to make...something. I mixed bread dough in with the doughnut dough and was microwaving the batter in little doughnut shaped pans (like ice cube trays, but for doughnuts), and was dressed like Envy (note to self: too much fanfiction). The doughnut batter was exploding and Jen was yelling at me and asking me why in the hell I put bread dough in there (I have no clue myself, actually), but I just kinda shrugged and was OK with everything, took my half-nuked doughnuts out, and began to eat one, dipping it in the frosting Wendy had made, which prompted Wendy to yell at me. So I wandered out and decided to watch TV (wtf? I don't watch TV...), and gradually everyone joined me. For some reason, while none of this was taking place in our apartment, the dresser that's in our hallway was there and the TV was on it, and Tom pulled out a drawer and sat in it in order to watch the show, and everyone else was worried he was going to break it.

*shakes head*
Weird. But I would like a doughnut.

Oh yeah.

Happy Easter, y'all.