This was strange. I went to American Agencies to prove that I made the Pacific Bell payment. Somehow, I was there for 2 hours talking to this young woman, who just went on and on about completely irrelevant things.
Finally she got up and went to a closet and pulled out two garbage bags with my old clothes!
I was shocked and asked where they got my old clothes. She told me that their manager went by my house and left bags at my door for stuff you want to give away. (In the BayArea some non profits actually did that sometimes.) So I filled the bags with old clothes and American Agencies picked them up.
I never got to present my cancelled check and I was incredibly thirsty. She told me to go to the water fountain downstairs, but it was luke warm water and didn't make me feel better at all.
Finally I woke up and I was totally dehydrated and my tongue felt like it was twice the size of my mouth. I quickly drank some water, it didn't do much. Went back to bed and had more weird dreams about being in the American Agencies building ... until I finally woke up exhausted.
Went out for a bite to eat with my neighbor yesterday, and the waitress had a terrible cold. It's beyond me why a restaurant would even ALLOW a sick waitress to work. So I guess I picked her cold up and I was breathing through my mouth. I better have some hot Santa Fe green chili later, can't afford to get sick. Last time I had a cold was in 99. And I'd like to keep it that way.
Posted by Christine at February 17, 2004 03:07 PM