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My horoscope for today calls for the interpretation of dreams. I'd like to know why Anthony Hopkins was my seductive Classics professor in my dream last night. At least it was not a nightmare again, despite the strange overtones.

Perhaps I spent too much time making chocolate sugar cookie mice before bed last night.

We are watching a movie that calls itself The Count of Monte Cristo. But Melynda said it best the other evening: "It's more like a version of an interpretation of a bad translation."

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My horoscope for today calls for the interpretation of dreams. I'd like to know why Anthony Hopkins was my seductive Classics professor in my dream last night. At least it was not a nightmare again, despite the strange overtones.

Perhaps I spent too much time making chocolate sugar cookie mice before bed last night.

We are watching a movie that calls itself The Count of Monte Cristo. But Melynda said it best: "It's more like a version of an interpretation of a bad translation. The translator obviously didn't know French and just made the story up as he went along."

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Another evening spent in the all too warm walls of Metro. I wish to hell Doug would fix the A/C. Even with the front wall open, it gets hot in there during the day.

Ran into another Livejournal person, which is a first really. I was telling some of my beloved Metro coffee girls about the discussions about them online, and Cyniccat was standing right behind me. I wanted to shanghai him into our card game, but he was reading something I didn't catch the title of on the couch. I need new glasses. Perhaps another day.

Elisa drew cartoons and wrote funny things in my journal. Better than all my losing games of Shanghai rummy I think.