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I had a horrific pre-Thankgiving nightmare in the vein of Black House last night. No Jack Sawyer, but the eating of body parts, yes. Man, I just can't get into it. I know you want to hear all about my "evil man eating my dream-celebrity-LOTR-boyfriend alive and sending me back souvenir parts and sample meals" dream, but I'm surprised I managed to face today's green bean casserole at all.
I cry in my sleep, but I have never woken up screaming. I think last night should have qualified for that treatment.
I cry in my sleep, but I have never woken up screaming. I think last night should have qualified for that treatment.