I had a dream a couple of days ago that my company told me they wouldn’t pay for my masters.

So I quit.

I quit and called up an old friend , asked him to move to France with me and “let’s just get married while we’re at it.”

He said yes.

I worked from home in a tiny French apartment, he worked for some petro-smart-people thingie, and we walked to the bakery every morning for coffee.

He announced “We don’t have cats, or dogs, or a truck, but this is awesome!”

I woke up.

Let’s hope I don’t start trying to quit my job anytime soon.

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