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Not content with merely keeping me up till five-thirty this morning, my body has now seen fit to send me dreams in which my alarm goes off when, in fact, the alarm is set for a good forty-five minutes later and has no intention of going off at all.

I'm going to go faceplant in a bowl of oatmeal, and you can't stop me.

Party in the LJ

THE! STRIKE!! IS!!! OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



(And five or six new eps, sweet Kripke, clearly the stars are smiling upon us)