Dream, cheese, and Mary
January 18, 2003 - 8:09 a.m.

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I slept through ten minutes of my alarm and had a dream about a woman who sounded oddly exactly like my alarm.

Go figure.

My cheese is more solid than it was last night, but it's still not perfect.

Oh well.

I flavoured a third of it with honey, another third with thyme and basil, and the last bit I left plain so people would know what it was like.

It's for bread.

I hope they have some sort of bread.

Oh well.

I still don't know when Mary is coming to pick me up.

Gr.

Ah well.

Life happens.

Then you get hit by a bus.

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Rosie.

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