Complaint of a library coworker:

She's voting in her first presidential election, but her absentee ballot from Georgia didn't come with the cool sticker that you see everyone there wearing, the words "I'm a Georgia voter!" overlaid onto a picture of a peach.

"I was totally bummed," she was like.  "I was hoping they'd slip one in the envelope."

Finished "Don Quixote".

So, I finally finished reading "Don Quixote", after working on it on and off for more than a year (usually right before bed).

It feels so fresh, but it went on a bit too long.

That said, the last hundred pages were like crack, where it got all into criticizing a second part of Don Quixote written by another author, and then described Don Quixote's death.

I wish more of the book could have been like that...

It's hard to believe it was written in the very early 17th c.

A dream of decay - bicycle.

The other week I dreamt-

I go to get my bike, which has a flat front tire, to take it to the shop for repair.

When I go out to my back enclosed porch to go get it, I discover that the back tire is flat as well.

. . .

(The previous day, I had woken up in the morning to get my bike to go to work, and discovered that the tire was flat, but I had to rush to work, so it was on my mind that I had to go get the tire fixed.)

Lifestory of a young female donut decorator at a hipster upscale donut place:

She was a flight attendant, but every day was new coworkers and a new place.

Then, after she quit, to make ends meet, she got a job working the graveyard shift at an all-night donut restaurant.

She was surprised at how much she enjoyed making the different donuts and trying different glazes and anticipating micro sales trends (e.g. "I should make 6 more of that because they sold so well yesterday"), and now she does this full-time.

Seriously.

"It's very chill," she was like.

Horrible dream.

The other week I dreamt -

I was hiking with a friend from high school, up a two-track and through a forest and up onto a high hill leading to an overhang peak with a breathtaking vista over the hill and then even further over a small denuded hill rolling down towards a wooded valley where some small town was located.

As we stand on this overhang, I suddenly notice the ground caving in beneath her feet, but my first reaction is to reach up and grab the edge of the rock ledge high above me, and as I do that, she's already fallen away because of the ground crumbling beneath her feet.

I'm hanging there just barely for a minute or two, but am able to edge myself over a few feet, and then I let myself drop down onto a lower rock outjut, and from that outjut I'm able to ease myself up and sorely hike downhill, and then after that down the denuded hill further.

At some point I call 911, and as I do that I see in my mind's eye her body tumbling through space, silhouetted in front of the hill.

For some reason, though, I go down further into the valley to find people, and when I later return to the foot of the hill, ambulances are surrounding the body, and someone tells me that she actually died six minutes ago.

At that, I'm filled with an overwhelming horror that if I had sought her out immediately instead of hiking into the valley, I could have done something to keep her alive till the ambulances came.

. . .

A problem in my new apartment: Door issues.

My landlord said the deadbolt on the door off the front foyer doesn't work, but it did, until it didn't, and now no matter what I do, I can't get it to open again.

So, I've been using the back door to go in and out of my apartment all the time.

Occurrences on a morning bikeride in.

The other week as I was biking in to school, I passed an old condemned church, and a breeze kicked up a smell of cat piss.

Later, a car was pulled over to the side of the road, and its front right wheel was kind of bent outward just like the axle gave out right at the point where it meets the wheel.