Friday was a good day. When I got out of bed I made sure that my right foot was the first to touch the floor. All day I was anxious thinking that I was going to be called in for some bullshit. Baseless anxiety and paranoia. Good thing is that I only had to tell my brain to shut up a few times when I had bad thoughts or self-defeating thoughts. Usually these persist throughout the day.
So I went to this strip joint that always turns a blind eye on their talent who engage their customers with extracurricular activities beyond the basic show and tell. While I was waiting in the lobby I realized that I had forgotten my pants. I was wearing one of my black t-shirts, underwear and socks. What made the situation an annoying one is the fact that I was painfully aware that I wasn't wearing clean underwear. Fortunately my shirt was long enough that I could pull it down and hide the blood splatters and skidmarks.
With renewed courage I went to the end of the hall for my appointment. The door opened into a deep stairwell which led to a brightly lit shopping mall. Everything was bright white, glass or gleaming steel. raddidge was waiting for me by a fountain.
"Oh shit," I thought, "the jig is up."
She wasn't suspicious at all but she was dressed in a very dykey fashion. A light, plaid flannel shirt and heavy work boots along with her usual jeans and shoes. I kept asking why she wasn't wearing one of her babushkas and she wouldn't answer me. The dream ended with me talking at her back.
