oh Anna, you're a house of many rooms & all the secrets deep entombed within you
Clearly I am feeling troubled.
Last night, in my dream, I was standing at a streetcar stop. When the streetcar pulled up, I did not get on because I knew it was rigged to blow up in fifteen seconds time. I chose not to tell anyone on the streetcar, because I knew there was only enough time for the doors to close and it to drive away for it to get far enough away from me not to hurt me.
I can remember standing there, staring through the faces of the people I saw on the streetcar, hoping no one noticed I'd chosen not to get on.
I braced myself. Counted down in my head, and it exploded as I suspected. Fire everywhere. I didn't help anyone, I just stood and waited at the stop for the next car.
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Sunday night, my landlord came home after three weeks in the Bahamas. I heard his footsteps on the floor above my head, and not expecting him home so soon, momentarily became more scared to be alone in my house than I had ever experienced. I locked my doors - I never lock my doors (our heavy, outside door locks).
Something crazy that has happened in the time since the beginning and end of my landlord's vacation is that my friends upstairs have decided to move. Jem got offered a new job based in Scarborough and the employer requires him to move closer to the area since he will be using a company car, so off to the beaches they go (how sad this makes me is another story. Nothing in my life has ever been so fun & mutually beneficial as living separately but closely to two of my best friends). Andrew & I are considering moving upstairs into their apartment once vacated. For only $100 more per month, it's on the third/top floor (sun! glorious sun! heat!) and it has an additional room - space that is taken up on our floor by the shared laundry room. Because of the low rent in the building overall, I may have lately been a bit nervous that our landlord won't let us move into the top floor since it'll be easier to rent out.. but hopefully he'll play fair, he's always been a nice and understanding person.
That night when I went to sleep, I dreamed that I peeked outside my bedroom window to see if his car was there, and saw that there was blood on his fender. In my dream, he lived on the top floor [in actuality, he lives in the middle floor, and my friends on the top], I was still on the bottom, and I didn't know who lived in the middle. I saw him talking to police, and used the distraction to sneak into his apartment to look for clues. I found none, but crouched on the floor, I heard something, turned around, looked up: my landlord standing above me, grinning, holding a blunt object. Woke up then!
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In other news, LOST tonight. And if you ever need a line-break in an Excel cell, it's ALT + enter. Most other programs accept shift + enter. Now you know.
Last night, in my dream, I was standing at a streetcar stop. When the streetcar pulled up, I did not get on because I knew it was rigged to blow up in fifteen seconds time. I chose not to tell anyone on the streetcar, because I knew there was only enough time for the doors to close and it to drive away for it to get far enough away from me not to hurt me.
I can remember standing there, staring through the faces of the people I saw on the streetcar, hoping no one noticed I'd chosen not to get on.
I braced myself. Counted down in my head, and it exploded as I suspected. Fire everywhere. I didn't help anyone, I just stood and waited at the stop for the next car.
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Sunday night, my landlord came home after three weeks in the Bahamas. I heard his footsteps on the floor above my head, and not expecting him home so soon, momentarily became more scared to be alone in my house than I had ever experienced. I locked my doors - I never lock my doors (our heavy, outside door locks).
Something crazy that has happened in the time since the beginning and end of my landlord's vacation is that my friends upstairs have decided to move. Jem got offered a new job based in Scarborough and the employer requires him to move closer to the area since he will be using a company car, so off to the beaches they go (how sad this makes me is another story. Nothing in my life has ever been so fun & mutually beneficial as living separately but closely to two of my best friends). Andrew & I are considering moving upstairs into their apartment once vacated. For only $100 more per month, it's on the third/top floor (sun! glorious sun! heat!) and it has an additional room - space that is taken up on our floor by the shared laundry room. Because of the low rent in the building overall, I may have lately been a bit nervous that our landlord won't let us move into the top floor since it'll be easier to rent out.. but hopefully he'll play fair, he's always been a nice and understanding person.
That night when I went to sleep, I dreamed that I peeked outside my bedroom window to see if his car was there, and saw that there was blood on his fender. In my dream, he lived on the top floor [in actuality, he lives in the middle floor, and my friends on the top], I was still on the bottom, and I didn't know who lived in the middle. I saw him talking to police, and used the distraction to sneak into his apartment to look for clues. I found none, but crouched on the floor, I heard something, turned around, looked up: my landlord standing above me, grinning, holding a blunt object. Woke up then!
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In other news, LOST tonight. And if you ever need a line-break in an Excel cell, it's ALT + enter. Most other programs accept shift + enter. Now you know.