I think maybe I am supposed to do something. Last night in my dreams an angel was staring at me and it screamed at me with the most hideous sound I’ve ever heard, trying to scare me to do something. Usually I see demons when I am awake, and they scream to try to scare me from good things, but they are not as scary as the angel.
If only Reading Day meant I can read whatever books I want, rather than studying hard to determine my fate in my courses.
It is, however, necessary if I want my life story to rival those of novels.