Finale.
Dream Run Down...
Saturday Night: Puking kittens as part of becoming a prophet.
Sunday Night: Nightmare involving separation anxiety... they wouldn't let me take my cat on the plane to somewhere.
Monday Night: John Mayer is my boyfriend. This involved just mostly me walking around with him, and possibly some sex stuff, but that gets pretty fuzzy (goddamnit!).
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I had planned on dancing around my house with music turned on really loud when I got home, but I think I'm just going to take a bath and go to sleep.
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I will more than likely have answers about Bobby before I leave work today.