A full morning
I dreamed that someone cleaned up my work area. The stacks of paper were gone, which was alarming. It was big and roomy. When I got to work it seemed a very small cubicle.
And I dreamed there were uninvited people sleeping in our house. And my hair was in these weird ponytails. And the bathroom was too crowded.
Then I got up. Whew!
Headed over to Aurora to get the emissions test done on my car. During part of the test, was privy to a conversation several of the attendants were having about smoking something without a gas mask and getting purple eyes. Passed emissions, and in a few minutes I’ll renew my tabs online. Neat!
On the way home, I was waiting for the light to change at a very busy intersection. There was a man slumped in a doorway near the corner. He had a fountain coming out of him. He looked kind of like a statue, he was so still (except for the fountain). But then the fountain stopped and he sat up.
Got home and caught an early bus. In the U district, stopped first at Rudy’s barbershop to get tickets for the upcoming mc chris show. I am so excited for this show, there is simply no way to express it accurately.
Next stopped at a store that just opened up in Pier 1’s old space. It has a suspicious name — American Apparel — but according to the website it’s sweat-shop free, so I thought I’d see if they have any good white button shirts. No luck. There were some cute bras but no underwires at all. There was a strapless velour top/shorts combo that shot me right back to 1979. There wasn’t anything I would wear. I suppose if I want a good white shirt I’ll have to look elsewhere.