I was at an interview for my research thesis. There was one person doing the interview and two people observing. We were at one table and another set of interview people were at the table sitting next to us. Occasionally the interviewers would switch tables from me to the other interviewee. The interview took hours and hours and hours. I went into the bathroom so I could print out a journal article. The paper came out into the toilet.
I walked down a big set of stair into the lobby of a big, expensive private school. My eyes were covered in glitter, Ke$ha style. I was next to someone talking to an old classmate of mine. The classmate was attending medical school. I don't think my classmate recognized me.
I went home to the half of a double I was living in. A hobo was living in the other side of the house. He was sitting on the porch when I got back looking all disheveled and hobo like. Inside of my half, my ex-boyfriend's mom was cooking pans and pans full of mushrooms.
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