Last night, I had two dreams, one about Harrison Ford, and one about raptors. Not bad for a Monday night. I was pleased that Harrison Ford told me that he'd never actually met that girl I dated. When reality conforms to my mental expectations, it's really much easier for everyone in general.
"Whatever you do, don't lose your cool," Mom said this morning. New Yorkers can smell fear.
Sometime between 11:15 and 1:15, those assholes at Macy's will deliver my bed. As I'm at work, Mom "volunteered" to let them into my new apartment. Then, after work, I'm supposed to move in. If all goes without a hitch, I should have something to sleep on Friday. If not, this weekend will be interesting.
The Most Delicious thing I've ever eaten
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