Tuesday, April 28, 2009


Just before I woke up I was dreaming about a suicidal middle-aged woman (no one I know, just a dream character). She had malaria, and every time it would start to flare up she would leave the dog (a tiny wire-haired yappy thing) with a note for her husband and go off somewhere to let her malaria get severe and hopefully die. I was very unhappy when I woke up and discovered it was time to get up, because I wanted to go back to sleep and dream something happier.

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