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[austin_tycho]

Fleh. I woke up this morning (I guess yesterday morning now) feeling all blah, and the idea of not going to work overrode my Protestant work ethic (yeah right) so I called in sick, thinking, well, I'll go in and work the last half of my shift. Well, I slept until 1pm (sort of unusual; I mean, I sleep in, but generally not past 11am) and was feeling sluggish and ooky when I woke up. What woke me up, by the way, was the end of a very long, complex dream where I had carried out this elaborate plot to shoot and kill a very influential, rich dude who had done me wrong. But I was caught and shot to death by the FBI while trying to escape. This woke me up, so I checked my email, read a little, and went back to sleep until almost 7pm. This is not usual at all, and when it does happen it often means I am fighting off some cold or other. Oh, and I had really weird dreams during that time too, but I don't remember them. So I ate some dinner, and Eric and I reminisced about our time together. We met for the first time in person the day after my 30th birthday, which will be 4 years ago next Saturday. I was a lonely, jaded, grumpy girl and he was a lonely, inexperienced (relatively), I'm-almost-22-yo grumpy boy. It has been a fantastic turn of events since then. *smile*

But now, I'm awake. Wide awake. Damn.