Micheal J. Fox survived the Holocaust.

In my dream last night, I was in a coffee shop. I had just gotten my cup of coffee and started to walk out into the city streets when I saw a man begging for money. He was older, dressed poorly, with a ratty baseball hat. His face was sunken in and his limbs and even his neck were very thin, almost like that of a holocaust victim. As I looked closer, I realized who he was.

"Hey do you recognize me?" he said to the people leaving the cafe. "I'm Michael J. Fox. Would you please buy me a cup of coffee?" He was very kind about the ordeal, though it seemed that his health wouldn't allow much more excitement. A few people passed by him, and finally an obvious tourist (and longtime fan) purchased him a drink. I remember rolling my eyes, smiling, and pushing my way out the door.

The dream ended then. This morning I woke up angry, confused, and regretful. I love Michael J. Fox. Why the heck didnt I buy him some coffee?? Oh to dream...

To all you moss-lickers who've asked...

To those who have asked, I had every intention of attaining a higher education while living in San Francisco, but unfortunately things do not always go as planned. I went to register for my desired classes, and was highly dismayed when I found them to be full. Terribly discouraged, I kept my chin up, planned on taking summer school at a CC close to Kingsburg, and decided to go for the whole work thing. I got hired at Bubba Gumps quickly, but I very soon relized that Bubba Gumps is full of high energy, smiley people who actually like shrimp. I consider myself more relaxed and at ease with things, so I quit. Id rather be jobless than telling half truths about how much I enjoy the fried shrimp...

So here I stand; no school, no job.

Last night Hannah and I baked cupcakes and today we gave them out to homeless people. Its not like Im doing nothing...