Last night I dreamed about going to sleep, and today is off to a bad start because the alarm woke me up in the middle of a dream wherein I was angry and humiliated because I had gone to an Anarchist's Club meeting and someone had thrown stuff at me and it hurt, and I woke up thinking, "No, I won't be back! Someone needs to teach you anarchists how to behave!"
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Then there was an enormous centipede in the bathroom (For real, not a dream). Le sigh. And I have read tooooo many articles in the last month about people whose lives have been ruined by health care costs, and it makes me want to never have kids or get sick and I should probably just lie down and die right now, before it becomes too expensive to do so. Arghhh.
Poetry tonight at the mysterious "Corner Store," a little place near where I live that appears to be (part of) someone's home, but also is used for various artistic gatherings from time to time. I have never been in there before, so the reading will provide a good neighborhood exploration opportunity. Tina Darragh, Cathy Eisenhower, and Ruth Lepson will be reading, and I expect many DC poet folks will be in attendance. We are often very scarce to each other in the summertime, so this will be a good opportunity to catch up with all and sundry. Whoo!
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