Last week i dreamed i was in a flood situation (strangely, before the most recent flooding stuff hit the news, but maybe i heard a blurb about it or something before bed) and made a decision to swim for safety. As i was swimming i became aware of something warm and heavy stuck to my right leg, making it difficult to kick (and i as i was trying to swim with me head out of the water, kicking was important) I looked back and my cat was clinging to my leg. Apparently, in dream world, i have only one cat. I identified him simple as "my cat" so i'm not sure whether it was Nico, Mal, or some other unidentified black cat. I plucked him off my leg, put him on my shoulder, continued swimming, and then woke up. It was odd. Strangely, in dream world, there was no sense of relief at cat being safely with me and not drowned.
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Do we really want MM to have MORE fun? Wouldn't that be dangerous? And probably involve zombies?
Blonde
zombies. With friggin Death-Rays on their heads!
How could he POSSIBLY have more fun?
Double the posting, double the fun!
Well, I think Connie thinks it sounds like fun.
Well, I think Connie thinks it sounds like fun.
Well, of course she does!
Blonde Zombies!
Death Rays! On their friggin' heads! Their BLONDE heads!
What's not fun about that?
Happy Birthday, askye!
Radcliffe gve the TOny for best Play, and our friend Tracy won it!
That's so cool! Congrats to your friend.
I decided to suck it up and pay the out-of-network fees for the kids' pediatrician. It's been an ouch, but I can't find a better office in the area.
I may have accidentally ended a relationship today. Also, I have to get up at two in the morning to stand naked in a field with seven hundred other naked people.
Jars, I'm sorry about the first, but the second sounds intriguing.
Yes, it sounds like the first problem can be solved by the second.
