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Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. I want to sleeeeep.

I dreamt of strange things last night.

Like buying a vibrator at Publix and having some lady at the cash register look at me sternly and give me a Virgin Mary statuette. (Too much Sex and the City?)

Arrgh. Mom just came in and pretended I didn't have work and wanted me to work on the tree just to be able to go "Well, I don't have your work schedule," when I reminded her I have work. Work, yes. LIKE I HAVE EVERY TUESDAY, WITHOUT FAIL. Every. Single. Tuesday.

Also I dreamt that Grant visited me at work and then there was someone who was shot and someone took hostages.

I'm going to be so fucking bored at work today. I need a book.

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GAY COWBOY PICTURES!

Really, that's about all I have to say.

Oh, and Grant's birthday present is halfway complete.