Strange journalistic dreams
Jul. 13th, 2007 10:47 amMuddled dreams and half-bits, resting on a combination of front yards into a large and verdent greenspace, as well as a neighbourhood. Talking with Brian Williams, who was also somehow Michael J. Fox, about disaster relief victims needing help. Slide skating across the wet pavement, back to the camp, with everyone getting into cars, going to their various jobs, which were all the same Job. I didn't get to go.
mech_angel was waiting for someone, who might ahve been Michael J Fox, or who might have been Daniel. I walked past, after saying goodbye to Principal and Agnes Skinner, and almost being trapped in their car... Walked with
mech_angel as she drove to pick up her carpool buddy. Said goodbye, and stood around, watching all of the cars, full of people, leave.
Happy Friday the 13. My Birthday's in two days. Shit. That feels... really weird.
I have so much work to do, today, if I don't want to have to do it, over the weekend. I need to make a list...
Good day.
Happy Friday the 13. My Birthday's in two days. Shit. That feels... really weird.
I have so much work to do, today, if I don't want to have to do it, over the weekend. I need to make a list...
Good day.