Saturday, March 18, 2023

3/17/23

Teagan and I are out painting mail trucks white.

I'm sitting in an almost empty classroom. 

I have two dreams about fried chicken. In the first one, I'm picking away at chicken leg and thigh. In the second, there's a whole battered and fried chicken. It's fairly picked clean, but someone picks it up and starts pulling what's left of the meat on it. It's rather greasy. 

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