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Thursday, November 10, 2005
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scenes from my brother's life up north.
I'm SO envious. And I'm serious.
10:35:23 PM 
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dream a little (foamy) dream...
Last night, I dreamt that I was a packing peanut.
You know -- one of those little foam things that people stuff in boxes to protect items when they are being shipped.
I couldn't talk or move independently. None of the other peanuts reached out to me. I got jostled a fair amount.
I was included with a vintage gumball machine. I was pale pink.
That's about the sum total of the action.
Honestly, I have to consider the fact that I am overtaxing my conscious mind to the point where my subconscious mind is trying to fill the gaps. And it's just not working out.
So, good morning to you from the Peanut. She can walk and talk now that she's awake, but she has a strange craving for bubble gum...
6:52:24 AM
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Meg Fowler.
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