Crappy night's sleep meant I didn't get out the door 45 minutes ago the way I'd intended to, which means the weekend's not how I expected.
I dreamt I interviewed Paul Ryan, who didn't make any goddamned sense at all. When I tried to explain to others what he'd said, I couldn't.
I dreamt that @Shunn and I were at the @Loncon3 Hugo Awards ceremony where we each slapped down a five-pound note to bet on the outcome.
Last night, I woke screaming during a dream -- I was watching Bob Costas on TV and then someone tried to smother me with a sweatshirt. Bleh.
- Crappy night's sleep meant I didn't get out the door 45 minutes ago the way I'd intended to, which means the weekend's not how I expected.
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