Streaks
For the last 4 nights or so, I've had at least one dream employing someone I went to high school with.
So far this week, I haven't managed to get on the right train to work at the right time.
For the second day in a row, the saxaphone player on the Jackson bridge played the theme to Sanford and Son as I walked by.
Strange things are afoot.
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