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Jan. 11th, 2005 10:46 amI've been so hung over, without having touched a drop of alcohol, in my life.
Angie? How do you feel this morning?
There are no patterns in my head this morning. Well, there are, but they're very, very quiet. Which is good, don't get me wrong. There also appears to be a truly scary file on my laptop, full of what I would guess are descriptions of what Angie and I saw last night. The problem is, it's very much stream of consciousness, if you know what I mean. In several languages. A couple of which I don't think I actually know.
And my bird is singing 'It's The End Of The World As We Know It'. Who taught her that? And why is she singing it? Angie, were we singing that last night, do you remember?
Angie? How do you feel this morning?
There are no patterns in my head this morning. Well, there are, but they're very, very quiet. Which is good, don't get me wrong. There also appears to be a truly scary file on my laptop, full of what I would guess are descriptions of what Angie and I saw last night. The problem is, it's very much stream of consciousness, if you know what I mean. In several languages. A couple of which I don't think I actually know.
And my bird is singing 'It's The End Of The World As We Know It'. Who taught her that? And why is she singing it? Angie, were we singing that last night, do you remember?
