Calling all party crashers
I wish to note for the record that I slept almost twelve hours and it was amazing. I had dreams that I recall. They were not nightmares. They were a sort of heist caper and really Jewish. I woke at a reasonable hour of the late morning and then burned all the rather nice available sunlight on wrestling with bureaucracies; I am beginning to think angels would be easier. There was a rather dramatically gross incident with a cat who has been conspicuously, hilariously sweet for the rest of the day. I feel right now as though my schedule is an active choice between productivity and sleep and frankly capitalism can go hang.

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*hugs*
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Nine
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I've dreamed Romani but I don't yet recall having dreamed Jewish.
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At this point I think I could physically spend a day in bed, it's just not feasible otherwise.
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Thank you!
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Thank you1
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Jewish shenanigans: on brand.
*hugs*
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Thank you!
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I am going to try to repeat the experiment tonight. (Last night was not unsuccessful, but less.)
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Thank you! I like not having nightmares!
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The cutest, fuzziest gaslighting!
(I do not in fact believe that of our cats.)