I've been having a lot of bad dreams lately. The night before, I was on Mars with Tim. We were wandering around the red surface in space suits. I stopped to look at a small, black crater, and when I looked up Tim was just in ordinary pants, shirt, and jacket, a fact I somehow found really disturbing.
I've been waking up throughout the night a lot too. I just feel generally restless lately, I'm not sure why. Well, maybe it's because I only have school two days a week and I haven't gotten any call-backs for the job applications I turned in. Of course. I know I must have done something wrong. That stupid exclusive club of people who actually like being in stupid little exclusive clubs. Well, I should take comfort in the fact that in this case I don't have much genuine desire to be in a club that wouldn't have me as a member.
A few days ago, I was woken up early by a phone call from a guy who told me a name I didn't recognise had been accepted into the club. "Ah, okay," I said.
"Does that surprise you?" he asked.
"Er, what club are we talking about?" I asked.
"The Elks Club," he said.
"Ah, you have the wrong number." We'd been getting along so well up to that point.