Saturday, May 31, 2008

So either I'm getting the advice that I need to slow down or this is a reflection that as soon as I start progressing at a pretty good clip, I'm stopped in my tracks. I think it's the latter.


Two nights ago I dreamed that I was an assistant manager at Express. I kept getting teleported to other parts of the mall. Each time I'd find a new path to return to Express and soon after that I'd be teleported again.

Last night I dreamed that Mr. McFeely (Speedy Delivery!) got hit by a delivery truck. It was the third delivery/mail truck accident on that very street.

What's a girl to do?


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