This time I dreamt I missed the Friday thing accidentally. Yep. Not stressed about that at ALL. (Seriously, there's nothing to be stressed about. You'll go there and even if you don't talk much you'll have good food, and while you're there you'll decide whether you're going to Writers' Cafe and that other thingamajig. That simple.)
Also I dreamt I was watching House on TV. Except House was immortal and threw himself out a window to prove it. By the time I got to the ground floor to check on him (yes, I... was I really watching TV...?), he had vanished, leaving the sheet he had wrapped himself in (presumably to spare himself from glass cuts, never mind the JUMPING OUT THE WINDOW thing) nicely folded. I'm realizing just now the comparison to Jesus'... too tired to think of a proper word for it right now, so "mummy clothes."
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