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[oursin]

Self-reflexive or meta-dream last night. I was having the anxiety dream, in which I was supposed to be participating in a session at a conference which was already in progress, and still trying to get there, and at one point I was saying to someone that I'd just been having that anxiety-dream about trying to get somewhere and being constantly

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[clanwilliam]

Himself, on the news that his fertility is declining, says "YAY! I can sleep around!"

He then asked who he should sleep with first. I suggested David Tennant if I could watch. The response? "Ewww! He's Scottish!"

He is currently trying to distract me with his manly chest in the hopes that I won't hit post on this. It didn't work.

[clanwilliam]

In other news, George Clooney is still cyberstalking me wanting to know what he did wrong and could I ever get back with him...

[serrana]

Tell him that it's entirely possible to impregnate someone even when one has been advised by medical professionals that one's sperm is, er, not up to snuff. Indeed, my younger child is proof of concept.

p.s. Perhaps he could just gag Mr. Tennant. And is it just me, or was Mr. T. sounding rather more Scottish than usual, this week? That was almost a burr, there, it was....

[clanwilliam]

There was definite accent slippage happening at times. Particularly when talking to Wilf.