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I keep not eating enough breakfast. Bah.
Who am I talking to? myself I guess. I suppose I must admit I like to hear myself talk.
This morning I was awakened at 8:15 by my mother shouting at my father about something like he'd put towels in a bleach load that didn't belong there, and now they were faded, or something. And I recall having a dream about Klingons and helping one deceive some others into thinking he was injured badly and bleeding, by putting some lavender/purple liquid on the bedsheets he was lying on...
Who am I talking to? myself I guess. I suppose I must admit I like to hear myself talk.
This morning I was awakened at 8:15 by my mother shouting at my father about something like he'd put towels in a bleach load that didn't belong there, and now they were faded, or something. And I recall having a dream about Klingons and helping one deceive some others into thinking he was injured badly and bleeding, by putting some lavender/purple liquid on the bedsheets he was lying on...