The library dream

Weird dream. I got in line at the library to look up the book A Wrinkle in Time and see if they had it, proceeded to unframe a cross-stitch I was working on while in line, and told the desk guy, who didn’t care, about writing a book in Columbus (literally couldn’t remember the name of my actual town at the time, Newark) instead of going to college, which wasn’t even true. Weird. Why didn’t I just look the book up on the computer?

The way I’m always dropping the names of places I’ve lived, it’s like I’m breadcrumbing in my dreams. Who the hell am I leading to me?


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I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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