Last night I had a bad dream. It lasted all night, even after I woke up for about a half hour (to cough and cough and cough, of course--all those worried, I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow--I'll let you know what she says).
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Read about my twisted dream )
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I'm glad that you're going to the doctor. Not glad that you're sick, mind you. But glad that you'll hopefully be on your way to wellness.
That was one creepy dream. Even creepier that you think you saw the bad guy in real life. I've never dreamt of having my soles cut off but I have sold my soul. Sorta similar, eh?
That's great about the show (never heard of the guy, any songs you recommend that I look for?)! It's so much better seeing a favorite artist in an intimate setting. I'm thinking about going to DC next month to see a show at a tiny club. Just don't know if I want to make the 90 minute hike each way.
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