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Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Psychiatrist's field day

I had a dream last night where AOB kissed A and sent her these love e-mails through me. It was awkward, being in the middle of the whole thing. It was awkward knowing A could never be serious enough about it. It was awkward receiving the e-mails and deciding not to read them, leaving them to A. It was awkward. There's also a bit about characters from The Big Bang Theory swimming in the sea, trying to make their way to the shore. It was dark at night. When they finally made it to shore there were sand-sculpted chairs they could gaze at the sky from. 

In my head today, Monsieur Periné's "La Muerte."



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