Sunday, May 23, 2004
I dreamt last night my dad and I got on a bus whose number was 24. We didn't have a destination that I knew of—it was my dad's suggestion to take the bus. On the bus I tried checking my bus map to see where the bus would go but the map had all Seattle streets instead of San Francisco. The bus didn't stop until it got to a part of town that started to look not very friendly. I convinced my dad to get off the bus at the next stop. A lot of other people got off at the same time and waited for bus in the direction we just came. One was a black woman with a loud and sassy mouth.—Breakfast: Western omelette at Baghdad Cafe. Ran into Jesse who was on his way to Bagel Bros then work, walked and chatted with him awhile. Errands in the Castro. Bought Iris Chang's The Chinese in America from Books, Inc. Grocery shopping at Safevay. Got a call from Patrick's mom. Lunch at home: corn off the cob, macaroni and white cheddar. Chatted online with Patrick. Washed the car. Showered. Dinner: 3 cow tacos with cheddar and red leaf lettuce. Made a surprise for tomorrow. Edited two fiction works.