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I woke up this morning from a dream where I was having my face done without anaesthetics. I only wanted them to fix my dislocated jaw and then they started whittling away on my nose with something that looked - and felt - like it belonged in a woodwork class. That was one of the dreams I was glad to wake from. The no-anaesthetics, creepy-machine part was manageable (a bit like being at the dentist's), but... You see, I'm all for reconstructive surgery, but its bastard of a sibling that deals with cosmetics makes my hackles rise.
Another thing: I have the impression that my home country is supposed to the a ski jumping haven... so why is there never women's ski jumping on telly? Or anywhere? I'd watch that; heck, I'd even like to try it.
Another thing: I have the impression that my home country is supposed to the a ski jumping haven... so why is there never women's ski jumping on telly? Or anywhere? I'd watch that; heck, I'd even like to try it.