Oh goodness. Nine hours of sleep. Dreaming about making earthquakes -- I'm not kidding. Being Avalanche for real? What a rush.
Waking up on my own to the sun shining through yellow curtains. Early-morning Bjork ("Don't get angry with yourself -- I'll heal you."). A slice of mom's apple pie in my fridge, no joke. Irish breakfast tea with copious
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Yeah, I don't know either.
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Whoa! Dude! Maybe you're psychic! ;)
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