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I blame Mr. Ryan Reynolds for last nights dream, and not some notion that my little spirit friend is back to haunt me. I think it's safer that way. Mr. Ryan Reynolds reminds me of him, much in the same way that Mr. Vic Zhou reminds me of The Favorite. Can't really explain why Ewan McGregor was there though...
It's almost been a complete month since I've moved into my little house. I'm loving it, and apart from having to shovel the walk wouldn't consider moving back into an apartment. Every day it's a little bit more like home.
I start my new job on Wednesday, and am seriously considering calling in sick on Tuesday. I won't, of course, but would definitely like to. Actually, maybe I'll just treat myself to El Matador Tuesday night instead. We'll see.
Also, my head hurts.
I wonder how a person can be loved.
::beamy out::
It's almost been a complete month since I've moved into my little house. I'm loving it, and apart from having to shovel the walk wouldn't consider moving back into an apartment. Every day it's a little bit more like home.
I start my new job on Wednesday, and am seriously considering calling in sick on Tuesday. I won't, of course, but would definitely like to. Actually, maybe I'll just treat myself to El Matador Tuesday night instead. We'll see.
Also, my head hurts.
I wonder how a person can be loved.
::beamy out::