September 21, 2015

I was at the airport when the fire alarm went off. We were told that we did not have to exit the building but rather had to perform this sequence of actions where we started and stopped running repeatedly. Everyone did it in sync.

Someone told me that I had to sing on stage as a snowflake pattern from a spotlight appeared on the windows facing the planes outside. I told them that I was still unfamiliar with the lyrics and refused to perform.

I got an e-mail from the “Bonding Club” that wasn’t really a club but just an excuse for people to hang out. It was a club with no specific purpose and listed vague interests such as “videogames, anime, and music”. The person sending it apologized for not sending one out earlier, calling themselves a “day-slaver” as they lost track of time.

I was sorting out the food waste at home and was trying to find a place to put the clam shells into the small bin we had for compost. For some reason all of the waste was put into Ziploc bags than were then thrown into the trash bag. Needless to say, it made a mess.