Friday, November 12, 2004

How long has my fly been open?

I dreamt I was at a combination swim meet/speech giving contest. I was really stressed out. And then, I went home during the intermission and I had to fight zombies. I was winning (because I had a machine gun) until the zombie dalmations came after me. At this point, I locked myself into the pantry/utility closet with some random people. I woke up cold. Strange dreams.

Wow, Ive stayed up way too late reading poetry. Gnight.

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