I woke this morning out of a vivid (and really weird) dream to instinctively look at my alarm clock.
"Oh SHIT!" I exclaimed (quite loudly... sorry neighbors), thinking I was late for work.
I was nearly up, out-of-bed, when I realized today is Saturday.
I wonder if I should be disturbed at how easily I fell back asleep (into the same weird dream)?
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I've decided that I'll do okay in a pending zombie apocalypse, even though I don't own any firearms. I think I can do okay fashioning really nasty traps.
My imagination is perfectly suited for the diseased mess that is my mind.
And thank you, television and movies, for helping fuel that.
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For the first time ever, I'm doing an overseas exchange for a defective product. It's a strange feeling. Makes the world feel smaller, somehow.
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