Shopping

I bought coral and light bluish green glitter liquid eyeshadow and a clapper, to come in Monday.

Facial Soap?

I ordered orange facial scrub... should fix "dark" marks.

Clackers

I ordered some clackers for $6.38.  All the noisemakers come Monday.

"Problem Solved"

I ordered a bike horn and bell to annoy the residents and workers of the nursing home, in a civil way so they don't notice.  They come Monday, or else I'd have to pay an extra $6.

I'll have to use the horn in my room, possibly with the door closed with my roommate away or awake.  I can bring the bell around and see what happens.  I'm not sure what else I could get, maybe some sticks or a Christmas bell, though a Christmas bell is too cheery for this.

Shopping

$22.41 ($26-$27)

Dreams

I had this horrid dream.  I let my mom or got my mom to carry me around the mall, and it felt like I dreamed this for 15 minutes.  I was huge and age 38, like I am in real life.  I also had my dad carry me and felt more cozy, this time.  It was like an excuse, as it wasn't fun anymore, for Andre Rieu to carry me, unless Pierre Rieu the issue of me set him off...

My mom said she was doing yoga and kept spinning around dancing beautifully in Asian.  I took a photo of a mirage of a phoenix coming with her also looking and talking.  One seemed clearer later and she didn't see.  In real life, she's passed away and it's harder to really remember her, now.

I think earlier in a different sleep I dreamed about buying pots and pans and looked for what seemed like an hour and couldn't find a set of pots.  I wanted a pink set of fans.  Thinking back, it feels like Andre Rieu helped me or oversaw, with some other people.  I remember going back and saying I want pink.  It was huge, you know like Wal-Mart, which in real life a lot of people just seem excited about or younger kids having their "ducks in a row" now.

The World Is Not to Be Trusted

At a cute booth at a mall, I caught a female worker, maybe slightly obese, acting like I should suffer and being annoying, in the end, that her job is trash because it's about selling cute stuffed animals to people like me, people who weren't rich but didn't seem to have to work a lot.  I say the boss who tries to act innocent is responsible for indulging them.

I applied to work at the cute gift shop at Cracker Barrel and should get hired because I like to work and, of course, appreciate the shop and the job.