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Sep. 29th, 2006 09:45 amMy alarm went off this morning and I fell back to sleep (this is a general, planned routine for me, except on set days) and I had a terrible dream. No murder or mayhem, just ugliness with someone close to me. Tim Gunn sort of came to the rescue though in a really ugly and avant-garde car with autopilot (this on some sort of a school trip where we got left behind). Even so, at the end of it we were both assuring each other everything was fine, but it didn't feel it upon waking. Not real not real not real. I know exactly why I had the dream, but I'd rather not remember such unconcious dwelling on my fear. YUCK. I probably need to speak to nothing and no one for a few hours and yet here I am.
I finally ordered that suit I wanted from eShakti. Yay.
And I'm getting really sick of spam txt's on my cellphone about pink sheet stocks. I want to know who I complain to or how I get off the list.
Also, trying not to gratuitously start Another HP Fandom Flamewar About Race, but I really can't believe someone just said what they said.
I finally ordered that suit I wanted from eShakti. Yay.
And I'm getting really sick of spam txt's on my cellphone about pink sheet stocks. I want to know who I complain to or how I get off the list.
Also, trying not to gratuitously start Another HP Fandom Flamewar About Race, but I really can't believe someone just said what they said.