I was outside, near City Hall, when a large protest march of primarily Latino youth went by on the street, chanting "Si se puede" and carrying banners decrying H.R. 4437. It was entirely an inadvertent coincidence that at that very moment I was at an outdoor food stand, buying a burrito for lunch.

In other weirdness, last night I had a dream that the band I was in many years ago had gotten back together. All the guys were in the dream, except for Adam and Kendrick, the successive drummers we had (there was a guy in between them for a short time, but I can't recall his name). Instead our new drummer was Patrick Wilson from Weezer. Even weirder was that he had a crush on me and kept asking me to make out with him.