The alarm didn’t have to go off. I knew it was time. It was three minutes before my alarm went off. I lurch out of bed, trying to figure out fading dreams. I was on the run. I met up with Crystal, and someone else later on. It was like an episode of FBI. I remember hiding out somewhere, and then sneaking through a mall or something. Then driving. I remember being pissed off that I didn’t bring my Vancouver Canucks jersey. I’ve never owned on before. I think as I woke up, we were trying to cross a border. I don’t know which. But it was a weird dream. It’s the first dream I’ve had in a long while. Even stranger, it’s the first dream I’ve remembered in years.

Back to work today. Mid shift. I’ll be the cashier today. I think it’s gonna be a longer day. But we’ll see.

They look all nice to each other. Crystal took this picture when I was at work. I’m sure Pippin was growling for most of this. He means well, but is too much in your face. Pippin doesn’t like that too much.

Coffee please.