Livejournal? What's that?
So I'd just like to state that facebook has officially eaten my soul.
But in other news, I think LJ is still the place to report dreams so . . .
Shawn drove me to my parents' house and dropped me off. (Where he was going or why I didn't drive myself is quite beyond me at this point.) This left me without a car, plus the driveway was either getting paved or a tree had fallen on the power lines or something such that it was impassible by car anyway, and there were a bunch of strangers in hard hats dealing with the issue.
I walked down the driveway, had to show credentials to prove I belonged there (Dad had to vouch for me, I think, since my driver's license hasn't had that address on it since college), and I eventually made it up to the house. Either time shifted, or it had always been around 9 or 10 am, but in any case, I suddenly realized I was late for work and had no car to get there.
Dad was still home because of the work on the driveway, and I realized with relief that I could get a ride in with him, since, evidently, I was still working at Plasmaco, despite that I haven't done that since college either and the company no longer exists. So I called in and let them know I was going to be late because my driveway was under construction.
Oddly, a guy in a hard hat woke me up the next morning by ringing the doorbell to ask if I knew whose car was parked in the Emergency No Parking Zone.
Thanks to him, I was early for work today.
But in other news, I think LJ is still the place to report dreams so . . .
Shawn drove me to my parents' house and dropped me off. (Where he was going or why I didn't drive myself is quite beyond me at this point.) This left me without a car, plus the driveway was either getting paved or a tree had fallen on the power lines or something such that it was impassible by car anyway, and there were a bunch of strangers in hard hats dealing with the issue.
I walked down the driveway, had to show credentials to prove I belonged there (Dad had to vouch for me, I think, since my driver's license hasn't had that address on it since college), and I eventually made it up to the house. Either time shifted, or it had always been around 9 or 10 am, but in any case, I suddenly realized I was late for work and had no car to get there.
Dad was still home because of the work on the driveway, and I realized with relief that I could get a ride in with him, since, evidently, I was still working at Plasmaco, despite that I haven't done that since college either and the company no longer exists. So I called in and let them know I was going to be late because my driveway was under construction.
Oddly, a guy in a hard hat woke me up the next morning by ringing the doorbell to ask if I knew whose car was parked in the Emergency No Parking Zone.
Thanks to him, I was early for work today.