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You just wouldn't believe the dreams I had last night. I'm getting sick, having trouble breathing and I'm sure that plays a huge part in it. But any dream that involves dogs gentically modified to have big creepy owl eyes, a resort/castle/hotel with a scary annual convention of vampires, sadistic goth millionaires, dead teenage boys, a bar serving fancy ice creams in martini glasses, my friend Fallon being forcibly married off to a psycho Anglican vicar and more blood and death than you can shake a stick at - that sort of dream means I really need to take the drugs before I got to bed. Seriously weird and stressful and violent as all get out. (Though surely it would make a delightful music video or something.)

If I didn't feel so guilty about calling in sick on a Saturday, I would probably stay home. My chest aches. I really wish I would not get sick on weekends when Melynda is here.