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This morning somewhere between 4 and 4:30, i woke up from a weird dream with Elsie's Mom in it.

I wondered why Elsie's Mom hasn't made vermicelli lately.

Then i remembered: she is dead.

All of a sudden i was really glad i was not dead yet.

This evening i found myself singing the last clause in the chorus of "Best Days" by Graham Colton, subconsciously changing the possessive in the lyrics:

Here comes the rest of my life.