so i came home from work and took a quick nap. woke up, went out for dinner and smokes and stuff, came home, ate my potato, and passed out.
dreamt about bathrooms. the girls’ bathroom had a long line for one stall but other stalls open. i wondered what was wrong with them, but hey, when ya gotta go, so, went in another one, toilet was really low to the ground, i sat on it then realized i didn’t know if there was something else wrong with it. turns out it was full of those seat protector papers, still, creepy enough. i wandered into another bathroom, it was all steamy because there were showers going too. i went into a roomy stall and was ready to sit down when a chubby, dripping wet asian man walked by, naked except for a towel that he was just holding around himself, it didn’t go all the way around. i apologized profusely for being in the wrong room and he just shrugged. back to the girls’ bathroom, where there was a bomb in one of the stalls. i quickly ducked into the next one and had this awareness of what it would be like to have the metal walls of my stall explode towards me, and how it would probably kill me. then i woke up. 11PM. went potty, answered some email, now going back to bed, wondering what will happen next.