like death

the weather feels like death.


just got done getting learning how to do support worker referals. just another responsibility. under trained. over worked.


alright i'm going to go sit at my desk and wait for allison to show up so we can debrief. i just need to get motivated.


michael jackson was in my dreams last night. so were a bunch of dead jazz musicians. and penelope and odysseus. somehow i was in charge of all of them. where do our dreams come from i wonder.