burning buildings

I had a strange dream last night, and it freaked me out considering it was on Sept 11th. I dreamed that a plane was flying weird, and I thought, 'hmm, I think that plane will crash' and sure enough it did. Right into the new building they are making two blocks away. The building burnt down, and the smoke hurt the chicken pita sandwich place I go to. It was a scary dream - lots of chaos, smoke, fire, people sitting outside my window making Audrey crazy. It was pretty intense and unpleasant.

Speaking of unpleasant, wow work! How many meetings can a person have in one day? Oh well, I trudge on with my "fine midwestern work ethic" as my dad claim that I have. That work ethic has me in yet another losing scrabble game against Graham. Someday I will persevere, triumphant among the world of the meek and scared librarians. Uhh...anyway...

I've been having this strange fashion crisis. Some days I start to feel pretty old, and look at my meager wardrobe and think about how immature it is. Most everything I have is crap I've had since college...which was 1999-2002. But I don't have any money to update, and the cheapy places like H&M don't have any more 'age appropriate' clothing...and what is age appropriate for a 26 year old professional who still acts like a douche on the weekends? I feel like I should have better quality clothes, but I don't have the salary to do it. I also am in dire need of another two pairs of pants, at least one of them being jeans.

Wow. A post about dreams, work, and how I don't like my clothes. I believe the Wheezy Waiter would call this a mash-up of the dust bunny and a lame duck post. Maybe my post would be way cooler if I had taped this with my shirt off like Craig does. Only I can't compete in the chest hair department.