All right. What can I share under 20 minutes of the penultimate day of 2024?
Today I didn’t want to go out because of this incredibly awful dream. The entire dream felt so real because I had this feeling it would truly happen in real life, and it affected my mood for almost the whole day. But even if I had a bad dream, I had to join my brothers and cousins in their shopping before the New Year’s Eve festivities. I needed to buy a gift for Secret Santa, among other things.
Before I ran errands, I had an affogato at my favorite cafe Satchmi to feel better and to keep going. After that, I bought the things I needed to buy (including the Secret Santa gift) and went home with my brothers and cousins. Thank you for bringing us to the mall and back home, Younger Brother.
Crap. I’m almost out of time, and I almost forgot to mention that I had a chicken burrito at Mexicali before going home. Their burritos are wonderful. Seriously. I should have not forgotten that.
Happy holidays, everyone.
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