Argh, I just had such a dumb dream. I was in Chicago trying to take the El somewhere, and it was one of those obvious stations like Belmont that I've been to a million times. But I was in line for a ticket and I didn't know how the tickets worked anymore. I ended up having to get in line twice, and the second time around when it took my cash it printed out handwritten slips of paper and play money instead of train tickets. I finally got up on the platform and realized, as I was getting on the train, I didn't even know which direction it was going.
What a relief when Puffy initiated my wakeup pester.
What a relief when Puffy initiated my wakeup pester.
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Although the last time I had that dream I was pretty laissez-faire about it and I decided it didn't matter if I blew off getting the degree since I didn't need another one anyway and I was self-employed. I guess that's improvement!
I go on vacation without bringing my clothes in real life, unfortunately.
*g* But as long as you bring money, it's all good--you can buy clothes unless you're going deep into the jungle away from civilization.
Best public transit events: sleeping on the subway in NY (i took the A Train) when I was 20, and taking the wrong train in a country where I could not read, speak or understand the language,