this is the stage we've reached

[iceinyourmusic]

So, after work, we go to a bar, and it's really huge and people wear long pretty dresses, and I say to A., Look, it's Justin Timberlake, do you know?, and, yeah, so Justin comes over and asks me to look after his purse for a while. And it's this really girly purse and, obviously, I check what's inside, but it's empty, and we wait in the stairs, and downstairs one of the doctors from work is giving a lecture to med students drinking beer & smoking (yeah, he's here every Saturday night). And Justin comes back, only, right before he does, I realize it's not him. Geez, they don't even look like each other!

(But mostly I'm seeing frantic dreams I can't tell apart from what really happened, a few days later.)