Of course it is happening inside your head ...

I had a dream that I was walking along a highway, possible because all the cars were gridlocked. I passed by a baker who remarked that he was unable to get to work, pointing at a place below the highway. I walked into said place. Inside, it was a fictional version of Red Robin. There were pictures scattered everywhere. One pic was of Jazz on the left and Dennis on the right. I think my subconsciousness is reminding me to enlist Branden and Dennis' help to get to Jazz. Anyway, dad and an anonymouse dude were there. We hung out. End of dream.

"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" - Albus Dumbledore, "King's Cross," Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

We celebrated dad's one-year-death-anniversary today. I did the grownup work by buying two gallons of distilled water, a gallon of Sprite, a twenty-four-pack of diet Coke, bananas, and yellow roses at Ralph's. I did a quick database run at the mall. That one jackoffable white chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill was working. She usually is, but worth mentioning today as she looked good without that cap that's a required part of her uniform.

I was walking by that girly store called Justice that's right next to the Hot Topic when its alarm going off caused me to turn around ... and my stalker from Hot Topic, behind me, immediately swerved in the opposite direction. When I faced forward again, she was walking fast to Hot Topic, hoping I didn't see her stalking me. Furthermore, what the heck was she wearing? She had those embroidered stockings underneath her shorts and a sleeveless top. I haven't seen her dress like a streetwalker since that one time at In-N-Out. (See entry 4/10/11.)

Uncle Oca, Auntie Nora, cousin Kathy, and cousin-in-law-to-be Charlie were present at home. Cousin Mark arrived last. Mark and Uncle Oca watched some of WWE RAW with me. Food was good.