the movement you need is on your shoulder

[cremains]

I dreamt I was in an old house, sitting at the end of a rickety hallway with my back to the wall. It was dark and I was terrified, but I had to cross the hallway. I held my knees tightly and started barking like a dog into the darkness to try to frighten it.

I might be too poor to quit even in a situation of continued and escalating workplace harrassment, but I'm feeling pretty gangster so today I will try. Some relatives and friends by coincidence separately gave me a little American money, which together amounts to a lot of sheqels and enough of my salary for me to have a little more courage about leaving.