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I dreamed that I learned to roller skate in the parking garage, and that Orlando Bloom and Axl Rose gave me a ride home in a limo. Axl gave me a puppy, and Orlando signed my backpack. I think it was my birthday. No, I really can't explain it either. Maybe I was thirteen again for a minute.

Plans to wake up early were shot down, at least until the cat started walking on my head. We must go pick up all the new computer parts. I've been reading about trade-in programs and laptops.