I had a dream last night that I walked to the North Berkeley BART station, rode the train into the city, got off at the Embarcadero, then wandered around San Francisco lost as hell. I was nearly fired for missing my first day of work.

I’m watching my high school principal fry up turkey cutlets on the local PBS affiliate while my dog snores like an old grandpa next to me on the couch. What a weird way to wake up.