I have a problem. I know I have problems, but the only one I'm prepared to admit to today is that I get nightmares sleeping in any bed that might have a mirror in front of it. That's why I tried to join Weng on the floor in his sleeping bag and subsequently got chased back to my own bed.
I had nightmares about extremist saints out to purge the evil (me) and then about a rugrat that I pissed off, only to be chased by her little tribe (like in Recess) for four hours during a house party. Serious, don't-screw-with-me nightmares.
Then I also wanted to say that I love strawberries and that I'm looking for someone to go with me to the British Museum.
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