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[threeplusfire]

We laid around last night before we went to sleep talking about world structure and societies and such. Alan's working on something much more complicated than I am, and I don't envy him. I'm not really sure how we both slept til 3 this afternoon, but the cat woke us up. It meowed and sat on us until I got up to feed the poor beast. I remember waking up once with a splitting headache and burying my head under a pillow, lots of weird dreams about trying to stop the end of the world and accidentally killing a clerk in a cd store. Who knows.

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[jonqui.livejournal.com]

I guess this is just the day for wierd dreams.
It's amazing just how demanding cats can be sometimes. Atleast being woken up for food is better than being woken for petting. *shakes head* silly boy cat.

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

I blame the weather. I always dream weird things when it rains.

Better than being woken up by a small human wanting to be fed! :P That cat is all the responsibility I can handle.

[a311renegade.livejournal.com]

How did you kill the clerk?

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Shot him. Whoops. Itchy trigger finger.

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[a311renegade.livejournal.com]

Damn. I was hoping for a flame thrower.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Haha, that would have been cool. But alas, I was too worried about the end of the world to do it in proper style!