I had a waitressing dream last night. Bloody hell. Can’t remember how long ago the last one was. It was as evil as always. My lucid dreaming brain finally kicked in when I was stressing out of my mind (the whole point of waitressing dreams) and actually said, “It’s a dream”, which promptly woke me up. Both shoulders were killing me, I was hunched over and curled up into a tight little ball, and rigid. Fun.

Man, whatever happened to diapering rats on a conveyor belt?

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