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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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[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.