Tell Me Something

I’m off to the Willamette Writers Conference. I’m not hungry but I’m trying to eat since I figure I won’t eat again until this afternoon.

Last night I had another dream about working at Jack-in-the-Box. That was my job in high school. That’s the second Jack-in-the-Box dream this week. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something.

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