Last night,
I had a dream that I was hanging with Sinclair from Living Single (was I following her?) and we went to church together, a Baptist Church, I’m sure. She took the mic from the woman who was doing the announcements and said she’d finish the announcements and then turned around and asked the pastors, sitting in throne like chairs on the stage, if she should “give thanks to someone as her opening statement.” The pastors nodded and she made like she were about to start, but then turned around quickly and told them she was only going to give two “thank you’s”…
Um, that’s all I remember.
The maintenance people painted the apartment beneath us yesterday.
The fumes filled our apartment most of the night.
Was I high while I was sleeping?
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