This always happens, and it always happens here. Here’s the story. I want to go home. It’s rush hour. I want to get off of 24/65 and onto 40W so I can get onto I-440, which is where home is. This is a three (I think) lane bit of highway, and how it works is…
Bride of Bizarre Dreams!
Happy 200th entry, everybody. I dreamed that I was back in Grimes. It was a very bright day, very clear and sunny and harsh. The sunlight had a piercing, almost blinding quality that made everything seem stark and painful. Me and another girl (I didn’t recognize her, but she seemed familiar) were back behind where…