More Weird Dreams
I was driving in what was clearly Washington's fifth congressional district--relatively flat, arid land with few markers to cue me in.
After about three hours of aimless driving, I realized that I was traveling in the wrong direction. Rather than head back in the correct direction, I instead looked for a roadside motel.
From the motel, I remember seeing dust clouds from a car on the road, and I remember calling my family telling them that I would be late.
Then I woke up.
Huh?
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Week 8 of the academic quarter. Rainy. People with colds. Children with colds. Me with a cold.
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Poem? Boy, I've got ideas for poems . . . lots and lots of ideas.
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Current spin:
For some reason, Lykki Li was in my brain this morning.