Last night I had this dream that I was base-jumping off of a skyscraper in downtown LA. I had planned to land on the 110 freeway for some reason, but at the last second I decided to settle for an off-ramp. I landed, didn’t get hit by a car, pulled my parachute up into my arms, and started walking home. I never got caught.
The sound of rain woke me up this morning at 4:30. You’d think that rain would wash dirt off of a car, but in reality it just dilutes it and smears it all around so that your car looks even worse. Anyway, this morning there wasn’t a cloud in the sky so I figured it was safe to get it washed!