into your eyes where the moonlight swims
I had a super fantastic dream last night and I woke up with this song stuck in my head. I haven't been reading DOWN THE HIGHWAY for over a week easily (, because I'm reading CAN SHE BE STOPPED?,) and I haven't even been listening to Bob Dylan lately; but somehow this song stuck. So, I had to listen to it when I got up. Marissa left for Pirate! and Amanda left for MassPirg. The plummer's here fixing our toilet and I'm about halfway ready to go to work training at Starbux. This'll be my 4th day working over there. Everybody is quitting. The manager who hired me left last week. The assistant manager who's training me is leaving in a few weeks. Two baristas have left during my training. Two more seem to be preparing to leave. Will I follow? If IBT can get their act together, I might not make it through the summer. It's been a week and I still haven't heard anything on my background check. I think this warrants a phone call to HR.
The dream was cool and didn't seem terribly scattered. I had to house a bunch of friends and magically had the beds to do it. There was a room with a table covered with stuffed animals from 80s pop culture. There was a kitchen with a lot of sinks and random appliances. At the end of the dream, I went to bed. I love dreaming and cinnamon rolls.
The dream was cool and didn't seem terribly scattered. I had to house a bunch of friends and magically had the beds to do it. There was a room with a table covered with stuffed animals from 80s pop culture. There was a kitchen with a lot of sinks and random appliances. At the end of the dream, I went to bed. I love dreaming and cinnamon rolls.