going to king soopers to pick up my rx–realising that i can probably pick up my dog’s, too–remembering that his eye meds are compounded–the parking lot is confusing–it is difficult to get to the pharmacy counter–i am with my partner
i am gift wrapping a rectangular object–it is untidy–i can’t get the corners neat and flat–i get one side, then cannot replicate the triangle peak on the other side
something about dogs? i think they were mine–i can’t remember much of this dream
something about one of my mason jar with the teal sippy cup lid–it was broken or lost?–i was trying to be less bummed out than i was
surprised i didn’t wake up with a hangover
happy holidaze–courtesy of oliver jeffers:
