I don’t write here because I think that my life and thoughts are important, but sometimes I wonder if I write here to make myself think that my life and thoughts are important. It is a small change. They are removing the ceiling tiles and doing electrical work in the office, the result is a significant amount of chemically-treated fiberboard dust and mild wheezing for me. I hate things that make me wheeze. Last night, for whatever strange reason, my apartment smelled like wet cigarette ashes. Few things smell worse. I saw a woman walking a beagle named Rosie and it tried to bite a man. My cousin is getting married in a month. I dreamed that I had a huge booger that I couldn’t pick. I ate pigs-in-a-blanket. I’ve been wearing the same pair of jeans for 5 days and they don’t smell yet. I need a hug. I need to buy new t-shirts, but they have to be the right kind and they are hard to find.
Only one thing that I wrote today strikes me as important. Can you guess what it is? That’s right, the booger dream.