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Fluffy is apparently the man of my dreams this week. This is highly disconcerting, especially since he looked somewhat like ... like Paul Bettany with almost shoulder-length hair. I don't know. It was creepy. We were in Times Square. ... and come to think of it, I'm not sure which is creepier, the fact that Fluffy's in my dreams or the fact that my brain keeps trying to put a face to the name. Or the faces my brain keeps trying to put on. Plus it's one of those weird vivid dreams, where I can see the colors and hear the sounds and feel when somebody touches me. I don't think you're supposed to be able to do that.

I say this mostly to disconcert you so that you can share the strangeness I felt upon waking up and going "What the hell was that?"

Did not have game last night. Slept a great deal instead. The boyfriend, who was the one sporting the 100 degree fever, went to game and stayed out till 6:30. I was tempted to hide his car keys so he didn't. Instead I will simply let him sleep till 3 pm this afternoon. Hah. Me... i don't know. I'll spend the day writing, probably. Or playing Diablo 2. Or both.

I hate my brain. It's still trying to feed me scary images.