I wrote a shitty speech while working at Wal-Mart in a dream. I woke up and the Wal-Mart and my uniform were gone, but I remembered the speech. I think I need to set unsconcious-employment standards bar higher.
I went to Sebastopol on Friday when laguna park and morris street were flooded and watched little mice swim hurriedly about. A feral cat stood on a fencepost, surrounded by water, not willing to get wet. A river otter leisurely explored lots of new territory. The baseball field looked weird full of water.
On my last two full days abroad my initial plans to return to beautiful Glen Coe and bleak Rannoch Moor fell through, leaving me with a large amount of time with nothing to do. Sitting in the epic expanse of Nick's chandaliered living-room, I formulated a plan: in my remaining two days, I would walk from the capital of Scotland to England. An
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