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[ocelot]

I had one of those dreams last night where the dialogue and reactions and character motivations and so forth were all incredibly realistic, but the plot was typical dream weirdness, in this case involving Native American ghost and nuclear war. But parts were just so detailed and, if not sensible, at least internally consistent.

I woke up after we ducked and covered, the bomb went off, and the light kept getting brighter and brighter. This may perhaps explain my rather blah mood today. Or it could just be that Leif was a total twit all day.

Beeb is at the scooting backwards when trying to go forward stage, which means we're in for trouble soon.