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OOgh. Nightmares. Really bad ones. Something involving curling up against Mel Gibson and arguing with him over whether or not Labyrinth was a ... I think a Godly movie or something. And why he can talk when he's made four Lethal Weapon films... and then he ended up turning into gibbets. And there was also something about trying to escape the Idiot's house before he drowned us in his water garden. And there was a big bloated corpse. Not fun.

Plus, fell down the stairs yesterday onto my hands and knees on the lino. Ow.

My life is boring. That's all I've been doing. Time to eat some ice cream to settle my nerves and paint.