Tomorrow a new point of view, these white lights will bend to make blue

I had an interview today at Lane Bryant for a part time sales associate position. I would probably only be working a few shifts a week, but at least I would be doing something. Also, the employee discount would be pretty sweet, so I'd probably spend most of my paycheck amassing a killer wardrobe. Also, I'd be making slightly more than minimum wage, and it might be fun to work retail for a while. I should find out sometime next week whether I got the position or not. Also, I've been finding that it's hard to find a job when I still don't know what it is I want to do. There are some possibilities, however, so I remain optimistic at the end of week three of the "Unemployment Experiment".

I often wish that I was a good writer. I like the idea of telling stories and writing humorous creative non-fiction. Unfortunately, I need a lot of practice before I would be able to write anything that someone who doesn't know me would want to read.

I had a dream last night that there were a lot of people hanging out at my house. Ian was there (probably because I fell asleep talking to him) and then there was a random assortment of people from my life, but it really didn't matter who was there. The dream was less about the people at my house than about the fact that there were people at my house. Actually, I think the dream was mostly about the fact that I was under-dressed for a party I was hosting. By under-dressed I mean than that I was wearing cuffed flannel teddy bear pajama pants and a red shirt and everyone else was wearing normal casual clothes. Since I was, in actuality, wearing the same outfit as in my dream, I must have gotten confused about whether I was asleep or awake, and I started taking my shirt off in my sleep! Well, maybe. I don't really know what happened. I think that I woke up from the dream with my arm out of the sleeve of my shirt, but I only have a vague memory. So, maybe I dreamed that I woke up but was really asleep. It was all very confusing and disorienting. Now, I have a memory of trying to undress myself in my sleep that may or may not be real. Is this some sort of pomo hyperreal joke?