I had a dream last night that I was being chased through an office building. the hallway was a square loop with elevators and stairs in the center. it was a squat 70s structure with low popcorn ceilings and pervasive creams and mustards. a woman was standing against the wall the next time I ran by. she was holding a syringe. "this'll put him into a coma, but for only five seconds" she said.
I went around the corner and couldn't find the stairs or elevator. I passed her again. "I can't give him another one" she said. I finally found the door to the fucking stairs and started running down. five steps, turn, five steps, turn, the walls beige and cinder-blocky and fluorescently lit, my shoes too loud. I started to skip stairs and realized that by holding onto the red metal handrail I could essentially twirl the entire way without touching the steps. I'm flying downwards, I thought. but I was still being fucking chased and unable to fully enjoy my new ability, and I woke up with a thrash.
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I was walking a block from my lair today and a little kid stick its (her?) head out the backseat window and yelled "hey, it's that lady!" at me. I was too startled to react feistily; I was more annoyed with the driver/overseer of that kid than anything.
I was also annoyed with apparently being less anonymous than I'd prefer.
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Harvard Ave. 
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