||[Apr. 2nd, 2004|06:10 am]
I just dreamed that I was shopping in New York City with my co-workers, and I wasn't wearing a shirt. (In reality, I'm never the type to go around shirtless.) I kept trying to buy a shirt, any shirt, but something always happened to stop me. The store would be closing, or they'd be out of shirts, or the counter person wouldn't know what a shirt was when I asked where they were.