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Today is so totally fired. I refuse, R E F U S E, to do someone else's work all the time, simply because I was nice a few times. Do not, do N O T, try to take advantage of my good nature. That will piss me off more than anything, as evidenced by a conversation that is going to occur between a certain person and their supervisor when said supervisor returns from vacation.

It feels like it should be Friday tomorrow. I may cry when the alarm goes off, and it isn't.

Friday means leaving for DC! ::wiggle::

Gonna see the baby panda! ::wiggle::

I got a new camera bag! ::wiggle::

It holds EVERYTHING, even my super shiny new lens, all at once! ::wiggle::

I made delicious delicious pasta with BACON, cheese, and tomatos tonight. ::wiggle::

I love my Rich, and he loves me. ::super happy wiggle::

Oh! Speaking of Rich, I had the strangest dream last night.

As if the baby dreams weren't enough, last night I dreamt that he proposed to me, sans engagement ring, on a Saturday. The following Tuesday, I was very excited, for we were to be married on Thursday. Not freaking out, not panicking. Just overwhelmingly happy and excited. I told my mom, "I'm going to be a Mrs.!" Then I woke up.

Rich and I agreed later that we won't do it that way when the time comes to do it for real.
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Please quit it with the weird dreams. It really needs to stop. Last week's pregnant with triplets dream wasn't bad enough for you, was it? Two nights ago, you had to go and make me pregnant AGAIN, excpet this time instead of playing "Magic: The Gathering" I was playing D&D with the gang, and [livejournal.com profile] euph0ra was pregnant too. It was the week before faire, and all I kept saying was "One of us better pop before Saturday, or else we're screwed!"

'Cause, you know, you can't wear a bodice with a pregnant belly, let alone run around selling roses for eight hours.

Woke up in a cold sweat from that one, and now my co-worker thinks I need to take a pregnancy test. (I don't, by the way. For certain.)

Last night there were no babies (thank goodness) but the weirdness didn't stop. You decided that the American government had invented a BB-type bullet, that could be fired from anywhere in the world and hit a specific target. Not a missle, mind you. A BB. 'Cause that makes sense.

Anyway, for some reason I was in Iraq, except it wasn't Iraq because it wasn't a desert, and I got hit with one of those fuckers, in the back of my left arm. I had a really hard time finding medical attention, because no one spoke English. I think I was wanted for some sort of crime, but I don't remember what.

So, Brain, I'm done with the crazy dreams. I don't care if Uranus is in retrograde or whatever, you're finished. The dreams stop, or I'll stab you with a Q-tip!

No Love,
Your Owner
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I had a terrible nightmare last night. Not only was I playing "Magic: The Gathering," (EW!) and I didn't have any land cards (Gr!), it gets worse.

I was pregnant.

With triplets.

It was horrible!

NO BABIES! Nobabiesnobabiesnobabies! Thank goodness for birth control.
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I had a weird freakin' dream last night. I found some Fraggle Rock rollerskate wheels, and I bought them and gave them to you. Then we went rollerskating together.

Don't ask me why I had a dream about rollerskating with you, considering we've never done that. Maybe I should stop reading LJ before bed...
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I had what seems to be a precognitive dream last night about, of all things, laundry.

In my dream we had one of those new washer/dryer combo machines in our linen closet. I was trying to sort and wash my laundry when my little brother appeared. He was getting in my way. Then my mother was there, also getting in my way, and my basket full of dirty laundry kept getting bigger and bigger.

Now, Tuesday is my laundry day. Has been for months. I come home this morning, and I mention that I'm going to do laundry, and my mother tells me that I have to wait. Why? Because she got sick of Steven's laundry being all over the house, so she's washing it. My mother and my brother are getting in the way of my laundry!

Weird, eh?
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I had the weirdest dream right before I woke up. Someone in my house had put chocolate chips in the flour, and I had to sift them out. My brain comes up with the oddest things when it's in sleep mode.

...And now I can't get it to go back to that mode. I was planning on sleeping in today, dammit!
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Had the weirdest dream last night. There were aliens trying to take over the world, and the world was ending because of that. I was just trying to get to my Mom (who was in Miami for some reason) before the apocalypse. While I was doing that, I was posting a countdown of the last two hours of the universe on LJ. I think the aliens teleported me to Mom, but just as the world was ending, my alarm went off. I woke up with "Eve of Destruction" by Barry McGuire stuck in my head.

I think I'll go back to sleep now.

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