At US, waiting to read an essay in a class. Some others go, but I don’t. Go to Roger C’s house for a party. Walk into a room, and there’s some old lady in bed.
At Pak Wenten’s house in Bali, in the bathroom and they’re pitting a ton of tp in the potty and flushing it-it goes into a shower stall. I have to go to another bathroom.
In our kitchen cleaning cobwebs off the ceiling. I get a bunch, then a long string-like one wraps around me, I see a big spider, and I run into the living room.