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Whoops *looking at damaged punching bag*

What did you do, Ray?

*smirks at her obscure Ghostbusters' reference*

You've seriously got to be more careful with the equipment...*winks*

*laughs cuz she just saw Ghostbusters for the first time ever the night before*

I hit it...think I killed it..

*looks a bit sheepish*

Hey! A laugh. Good. *grins*

Yeah, looks pretty rough...though, maybe some duct tape...*winces* Or maybe not.

I gotta remember to not go for a work out after being up all night.

It never ends too well.

Hey, that's when I work out best. *smirks* But then...I get less sleep than most people, so it's fair, right?

So, what's going on here? Anything I should know about?

Eh...nightmares. By that I mean really shitty memories invading happy dreams where I'm snuggling my boyfriend.

*rubs her face in her hands* Its...*thinks for a moment, trying to remember something she heard earlier that day* epic fail.

*thats the phrase kids use, right?*

*winces* Okay. Nightmares suck.

*she tilts her head and then nods* Right. Epic fail.

*starts picking up what was once the punching bag* I really wish it'd be easy to skip afternoon classes and just go back to bed.

How are ya, anyway?

*bends down to help her*

Why can't ya? Call off sick.

*smiles*

Can't complain. Life's good. New single's coming out soon enough.

I have an annoying work ethic that won't let me.

*smiles slightly* Thats exciting. I can't wait to hear it.

Yeah, I know how that goes. *returns the small smile* Thanks. I'm excited about it. I get to tour again.

*examines the punching bag* Finally, something even duct tape cannot repair.

Where are you going this time?

*laughs* Seriously.

Going to Europe and Asia. Then I'll hit the US.

I will be sure to be at a US concert. *nod*

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