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I've noticed over the past few months that I've achieved some sort of bullshit filter when it comes to having bad dreams, which usually makes me wake up from them before they actually upset me. Such as last night, when I was dreaming that I was riding the xr100 (my race bike) around SF, pinned in second gear, until the engine grenaded. Just as I was assessing damage to the bike, and how much it was going to cost to rebuild the engine, I suddenly realized "waitaminnit, I'd never even ride the xr around the city - this must be some sort of stupid dream!". And it was. *poof*
Also, its monday and my entire week is already booked until sunday. I'm used to being the dweeb with no social life. WTF happened?
Also, its monday and my entire week is already booked until sunday. I'm used to being the dweeb with no social life. WTF happened?