August 7, 2006 5:18 PM

I dreamt that I was re-employed at the college bookstore, and happy to see familiar faces. Somehow from there, I got a phone call from Grant the audio technology aide, who informed me that Elissa died of some kind of short-named form of malnutrition while on tour with My Heart Breaks. That half-woke me, and I must've sobbed at least a few times, even after I had realized it was a dream.

Work was typical; me, standing around, cutting clips of nails for hammering, and occasionally caulking the finished sections of siding. I decided that I was done. With some conversational encouragement from George, and a quick call to the college bookstore, I quit. Tomorrow I fill out paperwork and get trained as a temporary cashier. I think I have to call Elissa tonight.