The weird dreams continue, though thankfully I forget most of them shortly after waking. This morning, though, I had a very vivid memory of last night's dream, in which I learned that I was actually the daughter of J.K. Rowling (conveniently ignoring the fact that she's only eleven years older than I am). The media, having gotten wind of this
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I'd refuse to take down my part of Like Magic! I told you I dreamed once of Alan Rickman, Colin Powell, and Cate Blanchett, didn't I?
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Your package arrived while I was away in Texas and I love the pictures! I had to stop Mom from walking away with one of them when she stopped by the other day.
I am in awe of your ability to deal with packing and traveling and having to deal with toddlers, cats and uncooperative airlines.
I confess that I will continue to use United because, sadly, it is a better alternative than Air Canada and, being a code-share with the aforementioned Air Canada airline of crap and doom, still lets me have airmiles.
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