I Dream of Trotts

I am not joking.
I had a dream this morning of being at Six Apart. For some reason it was in Chicago and I had left my job at an unnamed insurance company that I had managed to work for again.
Got to meet Ben and saw Mena over talking with a fellow employee. Everybody had on jeans. It was yuppie paradise. It was like working inside an Apple store.
Maybe I have a fever.

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