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Insomnia never used to bug me all that much. Came up with some of my best shit at night. Instead, I'm wasting time playing Happy Wheels.

Truly, Earth's Mightiest Hero over here.

...I dreamt of magic last night and almost accidentally killing myself with it. That's definitely a new one.

My GOD, you people put a lot of stock in those dreams you were starting to speak of the last time I was on this network.

Not a condemnation, but an observation, and distraction that I hope to never have, thank you very much, too many other things to do.

In other news, the cafe's got new people in now, who stare at me and ask if I'm 'one of those genius kids who goes to college really young'. No, I actually am not jailbait and haven't been for some time, though I suppose I should be flattered? I'm never sure if I should thank them for it, if it's meant to be a compliment, a conversation, or something else?

I tried to smile at his uncomfortable little smirk, and the same for the girl who handed over my order, but I don't actually understand it. Is this dating behavior? Mating behavior?

I am so very confused. And they put in sugar anyway. Insert one of those face things here.

God only knows what's going to happen if they're on duty for the meeting that I desperately hope is not a party that my friends are having. Parties are stupid, particularly to celebrate the fact I was in jail for doing what any good instigating ring leader would do. If you want to really thank me for taking the heat, then don't hit the police again.

This sounds like whining. I apologize.

One final down. (Aced it.) They were supposed to be last week, but broken shoulder, broken ribs... my teachers all gave me extensions to today and tomorrow. Thank goodness.

Last night's dream was weiiiird. Even by my standards! There was a fancy Kingdom and it was on the Moon and there were gorgeous princesses and pretty dresses and everything!

And then everything I wish it hadn't ended badly. :(

I don't know if that was one of these stupid memory dreams, or just my mind dealing with the stupid memory dreams. It might also have been the bourbon. I usually only dream I'm a man when I've been drinking. My psychologist would have a field day with this one, regardless of its origin. I can feel Freud getting excited as I type. The human mind can be a thoroughly ridiculous place.

So, now I'm stealing bodies in my dreams, and witnessing immense failures in my foolproof 'make my students miserable and hateful so they can kill all humans' plans. Good God, that she was even surprised it happened is the only shocking part.

Dream me is an idiot.

I've seen a lot of people making comments about having strange dreams. So I suppose it was only a matter of time that I had a weird one of my own. Most of it doesn't make a lot of sense and I blame it on watching too much SyFy channel lately.

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I have completed all of my Christmas shopping.

I will not spend any more money until the new year.

This video is everything that's good and right on the Internet. I need to make it my ringtone.

I had the weirdest dream last night. I was a kid, I was British, and I was practicing magic. My Dad took me to the wand shop and bought me my first wand. He didn't play baseball, though. Gosh, that was a strange dream.

I left the tv on PBS after "Antiques Roadshow" and Masterpiece Mystery! came on. Those accents must have infiltrated my brain.

I got to meet Winston Churchill in my dream last night. Brilliant, right?

It's about time to go drinking and dancing again. I've got things to celebrate.

Massive hangover, but frankly, that's all right. I hope the lot of you who decided to get pissed as farts last night escaped relatively scot-free.

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300 dollars later, and I've still got people to buy gifts for. Thank god for scholarships and refund checks.

Still, I think I've done a pretty fantastic job so far, well, maybe. I don't know. And I still have so long until the Bowl Game; I swear they place things too far away from the end of the season.

December 31st is the game, I haven't played since late November.

So I'm... having some really screwed up and very realistic dreams. It's really screwing with my head a bit. For those of you having 'dreams' that you think are real? What makes you think these are more real than... say... a normal dream?

Peter, did you remove the bucket of crawfish in the icebox? It was for a case.

Also, Mrs. Hudson is going to let the other room. We'll need a third flatmate. I'm leaving that to you.

Alderaan. Isn't that the planet that gets blown up?

So apparently we're looking for a third roommate.

Rules? Don't clip your toenails on the kitchen table, and make sure you love crawfish.

Oh and we are Sherlock and myself. I am Peter.

Obviously...

Anyway, uh... phone number is here. xxx-xxx-xxxx. If you call me and ask me what I'm wearing all creepily like? I'm telling you a man-thong, and you're not going to feel horrible.