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Aug 29, 2009 03:44

So. 21 run. Death. The night itself was fabulous-- today not so fabulous. I made it through 7 drinks, and considering that these included an Earl's Long Island and an AMF/my tolerance, I can't complain. I will save the details of my all-day illness so as to avoid grossness.

I slept until 2 PM after coming home this morning. Growing up my dad used to nickname me Jessica "Mattress-Back" Hanley, because I would always sleep until noon on weekends-- secretly I'd stay up until 4 AM reading. Safe to say I defended my title.

Also, I had a dream that I was battling Death Eaters, alongside Ron, Hermione, and ICS friends. And by battling, it's probably more accurate to say that we were fleeing the Death Eaters, which included casting protective charms around areas such as Bellevue Square and jumping off the dock at the Kirkland Marina. We were captured and "tortured," meaning that they forced us to do strange things, like eat VHS tapes-- poor Kahran, I think that was his fate. A mysterious phone call from Luna Lovegood saved the day, however, by distracting our captors momentarily until I could wake up and get sick. Hahahaha.
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