nepenthean's Diaryland Dream Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Career fair, here you come T. Dreamed he had dyed his hair bleach blonde, was tall and skinny and sassing me in a house somewhere, maybe the neighbor’s house at 222. I was whacking him with a pillow saying he needed to get up, get a job and get his life moving forward. He was fending off my whacks while calmly replying, “I don’t work.” No progress was made. 8:54 a.m. - 2024-09-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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