Then in my dream crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin and the Doctor went and had a talk with my boss...

I work in an office. Answer phones, make copies, send mail, bear stamps... you know, the usual. And I do homework. Thank Jesus. Life is good. I work Mondays 9-1 and Fridays 1-5. I'm trying to make ends meet. So my friend Aela told me Regina is coming to Purchase College. That's like 20 mins from here. We're all up on that. This semester I feel so scandelous and adult-like. Except I don't know how to make color copies or where the stamps and envelopes are. My boss just told me to mail this letter and the lady I usually ask about stuff I don't know just stepped out for "a second" and hasn't come back for 45 minutes.

Okay, she's here. (Mspaces indicate a pause in time, elapsed time, whatever you wanna call it.)I mailed the letter; incidentally, you just take it to the post office. Duh.

I can't stop thinking of Regina Spektor. I'm so excited. I wanna buy the tickets... NOW!