Marc

I keep having this dream where I go around town doing random bombings as a McDonald's employee. Everyone knows that it's me, but when the doorbell rings it's never the police or the FBI, and I never actually get "caught". I just stop doing it and worry about when I'll get arrested. But I always wake up beforehand. I have no idea what to think about the whole mess. I honestly don't.

I leave for Spokane, WA in about six hours. I still have to do more laundry and pack and prepare. I don't want to go, to be truthful. I'm so looking forward to the Fourth of July week when I'll be here for nearly six straight days. I'm still feeling groggy from that damn closet. Yuck.