productivity

it was threatening to be another one of those mornings. a morning in which some combination of going to bed late the night before and having no place to be equals one thing. sleep. my bff called me up to tell me about a long dream (or a series of strung together short dreams) she had. in this dream, all i did was take naps. apparently, i had decided i was a cat and said so. some heavy stuff was going down in these nightmares and we needed to book it out of where we were and i announced that "i'm just taking a cat nap; i'm a cat."

between this and her explicit directive to me to rise and shine, i was roused.

i walked to calvert and fayette to head to the big city post office location to mail in a job application to the DLLR. That's right. They're going to pay me one way or another. then i went to Koffee Therapy and wrote a letter to Martin O'Malley and a Letter to the Editor of the Baltimore Sun. i am going to stump for Unemployment Insurance reform. maybe that's my new purpose in life.

sounds podcastable.