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I woke up this morning as the result of a dream about being a college professor taking a competence exam with a crayon. Then, unrelated to that, I was part of a CSI body-discovery scene in which the outline of a woman's head wound was completely clear on a wall, as though there'd been a nuclear explosion that imprinted the shadow of her hair and the ring of a very large bullet on the wall. It was all very neat except a few smears of blood on the walls, but the sink tap ran red. I was with the blonde chick from CSI: Miami, who started to suspect I'd killed the woman.
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In non-dream stuff: I logged a lot of time this weekend playing FFXI. Bored with that, bored with the internet, I tinkered with my zombie story, found a PostSecret book to give my cousin for Christmas and spent all but 47 cents from a gift card to purchase it, cleaned the kitchen, watched the rest of this season of Tim Gunn's Guide to Style (I love Gretta), and put off addressing my holiday cards.
Meant to give the dogs a bath last night, but figured I'd already tortured Spock enough by using the sulfur-smelling ear cleaner in the morning (though he needs it, he hates it and was actually shivering when I cornered him in the bathroom with it), then held him for about 10 squirmy minutes in the afternoon as I shaved his claws down to size with his nail shears. Bones' nails weren't nearly so long, but she runs around in the yard more and wears them down more quickly. She's also smaller and easier to handle than he is.
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In non-dream stuff: I logged a lot of time this weekend playing FFXI. Bored with that, bored with the internet, I tinkered with my zombie story, found a PostSecret book to give my cousin for Christmas and spent all but 47 cents from a gift card to purchase it, cleaned the kitchen, watched the rest of this season of Tim Gunn's Guide to Style (I love Gretta), and put off addressing my holiday cards.
Meant to give the dogs a bath last night, but figured I'd already tortured Spock enough by using the sulfur-smelling ear cleaner in the morning (though he needs it, he hates it and was actually shivering when I cornered him in the bathroom with it), then held him for about 10 squirmy minutes in the afternoon as I shaved his claws down to size with his nail shears. Bones' nails weren't nearly so long, but she runs around in the yard more and wears them down more quickly. She's also smaller and easier to handle than he is.