magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

dreamt about a cursed, yellow brick. or something roughly the size and shape of a brick, but made out of some cartoony substance. i pulled it from the sea and was not able to rid myself of it. and flashbacks to my grandfather's youth, when it had been in his possession. no end to the bad luck it brought about.

i was sitting outside on my dinner break, on one of the wooden deck chairs that are on the terrace across the street from the library, and a squirrel who had been poking around came out and sat on the arm of one of the other chairs and joined me for dinner. i made sure to share.