the rapture

I wake up naked with smoke coming from the kitchen. It's the pasta salad I tried making before passing out somewhere around 7:00am. It is now a black cake. Someone with parkinson's is ringing the doorbell. She tells me her belt is broken and she absolutly must get it fixed as Melissa Ethridge would be furious if she did not wear the belt buckle she gave her. I look around and realize I have no idea where my car is. It's 3:30 and I need to go to work in an hour and I'm walking all over ALlentown looking for a shop that sells belts. I run into the director of Squeaky Wheel which I haven't been to in three weeks as I keep telling them I'm working everyday and she tries to talk to me about some technical issues related to the cable access show I was programing there. I can hardly string sentences together and the woman who needs a belt is comping at the bit to find one. The director gives me a perplexed eye and I continue down the street looking for the belt and my car. I find the car in front of the tarrot card reading house on Elmwood, ditch the search for the belt and drive to work to find out I got the salaried full time position starting in September. I also left my plunger at the pink last night. Very confused at the moment, good night.