So, I decided to read Wuthering Heights. I am not very far into it. It's crazy. There are rabid dogs in the first scene. The different voices employed by Bronte to tell the story are each so unique. And it is supposed to be one of the greatest love stories ever told. I do enjoy love stories. But this one is violent and fucked up.
I had a dream that I remembered for the first time in a long time. I used to remember my dreams every morning. This one was about Halloween. I was really drunk with my cousin and we were at our old elementary school. She is coming home from college soon. And Halloween is soon. Perhaps it is an omen.
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