I had a dream about being in an airplane crash. Not one of the little Cessnas I’m learning to fly, but a large passenger plane. The plane was flying low to the edge of a canyon, and as it passed the rim of the canyon, the back of the plane caught the ground. Luckily, the crash was not very violent, and everybody walked away. I tried calling my friends and family, but nobody answered.
The news I have been waiting for finally arrived. Unfortunately, it was not the news I was expecting or hoping for. Rejection is difficult. Upon receiving the news, I did not want to go to the Artisan’s Asylum to work the front desk, but eventually talked myself into going. Seeing all the makers making picked up my spirits a bit, so I’m glad I decided to go. I came home in the pouring, freezing rain; seemed to fit the day. Friday tomorrow, I’m ready for some time off.