Remember that dream?
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Remember that dream where you walked down the aisle at church and suddenly realized you were completely naked? Or the one where you “woke up” and realized you’d missed all your finals? Personally I like to dream that I have to use the restroom in front of a large crowd. I think this is a throwback from labor, where suddenly random people come and poke you in places you’d rather not be poked, in order to determine whether or not you should be taken seriously when you scream, “This &*()&ing hurts!”
But anyway.
Today I didn’t dream I missed a test. Actually, I didn’t miss it. I just realized the test I thought was Saturday? Is tomorrow. The foreign service exam I was planning to go to on Saturday, is actually in 12 1/2 hours. HOLY CRAP. Plus, I had two other interviews tomorrow, and I realized the mistake at 7:30 p.m. tonight. NOT GOOD. I’m frantically trying to rearrange it all, but maybe this is life’s answer to my indecision — just knock out some possibilities. Not pretty, but I guess it works.