I had a dream that I had to be up at 11:00 to be at my interview at Avista at noon. My dad woke me up asking if it wasn't noon already. I looked at TAlarm which said it was 55:88, which who knows what that means. I wandered around the house (my parents' house in Madison, with an extra room under my bed in the basement) looking at clocks, and each one was messed up in a different way. One had the hands rotating around a point not at the center, one was running backwards really fast, and the one on the microwave showed rediculous times.

It took me 37 minutes to bike to AVISTA and back. That included stopping at Aldi and getting lost on the way back. So I should leave by...8:20 on Thursday, I guess.