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My new favorite thing is 19th century literary drama. I was an English Lit major, and I feel like this is something we should have learned. Give me a course on the behind the scenes soap operas of all the poets and authors we were reading. I mean, they could have devoted an entire six weeks to Lord Byron alone. Mary Shelly invented science fiction just to make fun of him to their friends.

Woke up and found out I've finally...turned. I feel like my senses have gone into overdrive and I have these new instincts that are far more animal. Going to have to take some time off work and learn to adjust. The last thing I need is to growl at a client or show them my red eyes.

Ugh, I do miss tanning.

I would like to report that the Doll that has been wandering around Orange County acting like me has been found and returned.

Salt, of all things, is the key to getting my shadow out of the doll and back to me. The problem now is figuring out how to get a doll without a moving mouth to eat a packet of salt. We are considering using a salt bath.

If anyone is interested in meeting my little "Mini Me" prior to then, please let me know.

If I were the boozing to deal type, I would be all up in the bar scene right now. Dreams, why do they suck so bad? The title of my memoir.

Anyone know a good place to get something bronzed?

So now my normal dreams are becoming disturbing. I knew I shouldn't have eaten cheese so close to bedtime. Hopefully tonight will be dream free, that would be nice.

Figures, I have a great weekend, with Josh's birthday party and then I have new dreams and in these dreams Sarah's evil clone injected me with something that knocked me out then kidnapped Kira. Waking up with a hangover from the party and a headache from whatever Rachel knocked me out with was not fun yesterday.

There's a certain sadness that comes with the ending of a three day weekend. Oh, well. Cup of coffee in the morning and I'll be just fine. Bring on the work week!