Or your own bed. Check it out.
I really only post about this event because I like to accuse inanimate objects of trying to murder me too.
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I have crazy dreams. Always have. They're long and drawn out and I remember them in some detail. After a particularly looney one, Ryan joked that I could publish a novel about them, under the title you see on this blog. This isn't going to be about dreams though. Not really. This blog is about all my random adventures, which may or may not include dragons.
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7 comments:
You shouldn't worry about inanimate objects. Instead, worry about that cat of yours.
I'm more worried about the people leaving the comments on that article. Woah.
Ooh, seriously. I didn't even realize there were comments but geez. They need to go play outside for a while. Possibly in front of traffic.
Dude. You crack me up. Seriously.
I love you for saying Dude, Elaine. I have a great fondness for "dude."
Dude....
Dude, what's mine say?
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