Every dead body gets up and kills. The people they kill, get up and kill.

[calypsomatic]

Dreamt that my teeth fell out last night. For those of you who don't know, this happens to me somewhat often. Only this time there were two key differences: 1. It didn't hurt. It always used to hurt when they fell out, even though they just came out, weren't yanked or anything. And 2. They grew back. I've always dealt with the horror of suddenly having no teeth, and then woken up. This time I freaked out about it for a while, only to discover they were growing back. This is very important.

I have this big lump hanging around my house, too. But it got me dinner and I'm still full, three hours later, so I'm letting it stay.