Where was my rolling blackout?
Rolling blackouts were scheduled for our area last night, so we read books instead of watching television. However, based on the evidence of the alarm clock and the air conditioner, these blackouts never came.
Yesterday I did another interview for my cannabis project, bringing my total to 7/10. Today I meet with Melissa Carroll, who works for Toronto Aboriginal Support Services Council. We're going to talk about the two-spirited roundtable project. Melissa is planning a research project for TASSC on 2 Spirited youth in Toronto. Looking forward to the meeting.
Dream
Mr. Pugh had made a horror movie which I felt was transphobic. He didn't agree and felt his movie was great and I should be more supportive. Also, we started arguing about money, which I felt he was squandering. I left the used clothing store where his movie was being shown, topless, because I'd been in the middle of trying on clothes, decided I had to go back in for my bra, and pushed Mr. Pugh down some stairs. I dressed and went outside, where it was snowing. I pushed Mr. Pugh's car into traffic where a woman crashed into it with her pickup truck. I momentarily worried that I was endangering people, but apparently didn't care enough to bother. I went home, determined to move out of the apartment. I had recently rented another apartment for some reason, and was planning to move into that. On the way home, along Charles St., I encountered some kids and one man in his 40s mocking another kid and intervened. I told off the bullies, and questioned why a guy that age was hanging out with kids. It was all very suspicious. The group accompanied me to a convenience store (my dream had entirely eliminated 44 Charles, the Manulife centre, and 30 Charles in favour of little houses and stores) where we found a kid hiding under the counter. The old dude with the group of kids accused the convenience store clerk of impropriety and pretended to beat him up. The kids and I left and I waited while they hailed a cab. When I got home (some kind of big Victorian house with multiple apartments in it) there was a bunch of notes for me. One of them was from a former coworker, letting me know that he'd finished painting the new apartment. Another from from someone I'd never heard of, telling me he had my cats and not to worry, but providing no contact info. I checked in with the former coworker/apartment painter but he knew nothing about the other note. I was freaking because the cats were gone. I woke up, happy to confirm that all cats were present, with the lyrics to 98.6 stuck in my head: "Hey, 98.6, it's good to have you back again...."
Yesterday I did another interview for my cannabis project, bringing my total to 7/10. Today I meet with Melissa Carroll, who works for Toronto Aboriginal Support Services Council. We're going to talk about the two-spirited roundtable project. Melissa is planning a research project for TASSC on 2 Spirited youth in Toronto. Looking forward to the meeting.
Dream
Mr. Pugh had made a horror movie which I felt was transphobic. He didn't agree and felt his movie was great and I should be more supportive. Also, we started arguing about money, which I felt he was squandering. I left the used clothing store where his movie was being shown, topless, because I'd been in the middle of trying on clothes, decided I had to go back in for my bra, and pushed Mr. Pugh down some stairs. I dressed and went outside, where it was snowing. I pushed Mr. Pugh's car into traffic where a woman crashed into it with her pickup truck. I momentarily worried that I was endangering people, but apparently didn't care enough to bother. I went home, determined to move out of the apartment. I had recently rented another apartment for some reason, and was planning to move into that. On the way home, along Charles St., I encountered some kids and one man in his 40s mocking another kid and intervened. I told off the bullies, and questioned why a guy that age was hanging out with kids. It was all very suspicious. The group accompanied me to a convenience store (my dream had entirely eliminated 44 Charles, the Manulife centre, and 30 Charles in favour of little houses and stores) where we found a kid hiding under the counter. The old dude with the group of kids accused the convenience store clerk of impropriety and pretended to beat him up. The kids and I left and I waited while they hailed a cab. When I got home (some kind of big Victorian house with multiple apartments in it) there was a bunch of notes for me. One of them was from a former coworker, letting me know that he'd finished painting the new apartment. Another from from someone I'd never heard of, telling me he had my cats and not to worry, but providing no contact info. I checked in with the former coworker/apartment painter but he knew nothing about the other note. I was freaking because the cats were gone. I woke up, happy to confirm that all cats were present, with the lyrics to 98.6 stuck in my head: "Hey, 98.6, it's good to have you back again...."