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In my dream, I screamed so loudly that I could see the air around me ripple and warp.

Let's just say I'm glad to be awake. It's funny the things you think about when you're struggling for consciousness at 6am. Odd trains of thought, memories, irrational fears.

This week has been more tiring than the initial shift to a night schedule.

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Another strange post box event! Today there were three packages from different places. The Cure's Paris, the soundtrack to Cool World and a fascinating little book entitled The Shadow of the Winter Palace - The Drift to Revolution 1825-1917. I have no idea where all of this came from, not who sent them.

To the mystery benefactor, many thank yous.

All of this reminds me that I have several things I should mail. Perhaps I can use the mailroom at work, because I just can't face the post office.