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So this entire morning was spent dreaming that Erik from True Blood was in my bed, and every time my alarm went off - which is every five minutes from 5 to 6 am - he'd urge me to keep playing the song because he wanted to get used to british music. So I basically tortured myself through an hour of loud, vibrating, light-flashing impulses without properly waking up. But I think I remember liking having him there. Duh.