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[angelicrummy]

Last night I had the craziest dream... I dreamt that my Internation Relations exam was the next morning, but I hadn't learnt any of my notes. For some bizarre reason I had moved my bed out onto the street and was sleeping between the tram lines, just at Esplanade. Kirsty came along and asked me why - I told her I didn't want to sleep in for the exam. Then I went back to Gallia and ate a lot of kentucky fried chicken. Without a doubt the strangest dream I've had in a long time. I challenge any psychotherapist to find a hidden meaning in amongst that pile of shite.

Now I'm off to phone HBOS to beg for a job I dont want back. Wish me luck!