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Okay. The yoga teacher warned us that we’d have weird dreams last night after all the opening we did in class. Mine weren’t that strange, but it was incredibly vivid. I was with a girl from work, and she was taking me into her dorm room to show me something out on her makeshift balcony (which I think was a reference to the pigeons on the balcony story from yoga class last night anyway). The dorm was on the farm I grew up on behind the barn. I don’t remember details, but it was a classic me dream, in that there was a lot of searching inside a building and traveling going on. I’ll have to look up what this stuff means when I get home this evening.

Tonight is a happy hour with S & E, etc. S&E have been trying for a few months now to fix me up with a friend of theirs who they used to work with. He is a nice guy, and very funny, but I think he would be so much better with BestFriend. He’s just not my type at all. The last couple times we’ve all been in a group together, he and BF have been in their own conversation anyway, so I’m not sure why they’re still trying with me. Maybe I’ll get a chance to tell them tonight to switch their tactics.

I’m going to have sore arms by the end of the day. I’m wearing my new “waitress dress” and I didn’t realize that the cap sleeves were going to restrict my movement so much but driving and typing are difficult.

Speaking of driving, mom just emailed to say that my sister wrecked her car….again. This is the third time, in the 2 years she’s had the car. And this one was her fault. So she won’t be in this weekend for my birthday. Maybe if I go up to the radiohead show later this month I’ll pop on up to Cleveland proper to see her.

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Wow. That would be odd to be hit by an ambulance.

My sister first hit a deer in upstate NY (her boyfriend lives in Rochester) at about 3 in the morning. That nearly totaled the car. Then, she was rearended by a woman leaving Cedar Point. This time, she rear-ended a truck. She also totaled a car when she was 17.

Tee-hee. You said "thrice." That's so cute.

actually, i believe it was a volunteer fireperson in a pickup truck, but i could be mistaken.

Oh--that's way sketchy. When I was growing up all we had was volunteers, and I think most of them only did it to have lights on their cars. They were crazy!