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Someone please tell my fan fic-reading butt to go to bed stat. I can't stay up 'til three another night adding more stories to my favorites lists. I need sleep!

So yes, someone please tell me if I go to bed that time will go faster and it'll be Wednesday sooner and Lost will be on! Tell me to go to bed!

I so need a head check.

I'm lost in admiration; do I need you this much?

Last night was yet another night of strange dreams for me.

In this one, I was standing in my grandma's kitchen and I had to sing the National Anthem for a Yankees game. They had cameras set up and they were going to run a live feed of me at Yankees stadium. One of the players was standing next to me, and I messed up the song and he began to mouth the proper words to me. When I was done, the local news station was running a feature on me with something like, "LOCAL GIRL BOTCHES ANTHEM". They said that I should throw my victory cake away, and I remember being pissed and yelling, "Forget y'all; I'm EATING my friggin' cake!" And my grandma was sitting on the couch in, uh, a slight state of undress. Yeah.

I've been working all day, since about ten o'clock. I'm almost done and Mom and I will be able to go home soon. Yay. I am getting paid too. Duran Duran tickets and Fedora of My Dreams, here I come.

QUESTION: Do I look like anyone famous?

Wait, I lied, more than one question.


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