October 17, 2002
I dreamt that Donna, the tough ex-marine/court-transcriber from Judging Amy, had moved/taken over my desk at work. It was a large one, which she’d taken, and left her small one for me, as she said it was affecting the quality of her research, and anyway “you're hardly ever here”. That was true. She worked full time, and I only came in occasionally. Why shouldn't she have the big desk? I was pissed off though, not because she’d taken the desk, but because she didn’t discuss it with me first. “I’ve been here 9 years,” I said. Woke up with toothache.