As the title implies, it’s Monday morning. I’m half awake. For some reason I had a dream that it was 1985 and I was back in Jr. High. In the dream I had gone away a year and come back to find the Jr. High was now this futuristic school that was sponsored by Starbucks. I don’t even think Starbucks was around back then but anyway; the kids were the same and they were tormenting the same people (namely all my friends), and I had a tour of the school. No idea what it means.
I used to be obsessed with going back to Seattle, or even Kent, Washington, where I spent a good part of my childhood. My sister is still obsessed. Every couple of years she moves out there, stays a year or two, moves back to the east coast because it’s too damn expensive out there, then bitches and complains until she moves back out there. Rinse and repeat. Right now she’s out there with the family again. I don’t know how long it’s going to last.
I gave up the dream years ago. Number one, when we were there Microsoft hadn’t taken over the area. It was nice. Houses were reasonable. Now, with all the Millionaires, the tiny house we used to have is worth five times the price and there would be no way in hell I could afford it on my budget. I was the only kid addicted to coffee. Now everyone is. Bastards. They stole my bit.
Now I’m off to work and I have a headache. Grr.
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