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My dreams were warm and almost untroubled. Lots of climbing stairs and ladders. Woke up very early and decided to stay right where I was until the phone started ringing. Slid through the living room in my Slytherin socks (haha) and heard my mother's voice. Turns out my father will see us at 11, on his way out of town I suppose. I'm not ready to think about that at all.

Merry Christmas

I would just like to say that Concrete Blonde's bloodletting is one of the core albums of my life. I can't imagine my world without it.

Lord of the Rings rocked. I want to see it again. Again.