Last night, I dreamed I was walking down a long gravel road strewn with broken down school buses, in order to reach a barn for some food. I have no idea why the food came from a barn, but that's just where everyone in the world got food from.
On the way, I passed my Aunt Sandy, who was walking away from the barn, talking to herself and not acknowledging having seen me.
When I got there, I found a guy I used to work with, named Miguel, talking to an Iranian guy about won-tons; not the kind in soup, the crispy fried ones. I know this, because Miguel asked the Iranian guy his opinion on won-tons and the guy replied, "They are crispy."
Miguel and the Iranian then had a short discussion about Miguel's (previously unknown to me) Egyptian heritage, and that it was obvious from the shape of the bridge of his nose. The Iranian guy disagreed and said that Egyptian noses had a slight bend in them, much like his, and that Miguel must be mistaken.
There is no point to this story, I just felt it was high time I updated the blog again.
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