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This is how we know we're not unhappy: I dreamt that I had everything I ever wanted, and when I woke up, I did not feel scathing bitter disappointment. Granted there were those boys trying to have me killed in the dream, but the police had just about cracked that case. Maybe it wasn't everything I ever wanted, but at the time it seemed like it. I never thought the network would let me sit in on a marketing meeting for myself as a product, or that they'd let me get spiky orange hair right before filming for next season, or that the tabloids would cover this attempted murder scandal in so much detail. But wait, I never wanted any of those things. Also, that wasn't me.