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Dreamed of meeting up with Dr Almeder at a party, thrown by mutual friends.

Next was the Decepticon Base, which was a castle, building itself into the side of a mountain. Cobra was working with the Decepticons, and Joe didn't have the time, or resources to contact the Autobots, to counter-attack. I infintrated the base, through a hail of pulse laser fire, from one guy with what looked like a Nerf bow and arrow set. Obviously, it shot lasers, rather than foam arrows. I ducked into the transport tube, but the thing shrank, and trapped me in the drawer. I got out, and we talked about the differences in bases. Something, here, about shopping, for food.

Next fragments: Grocery run, party which was an old episode of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. There was a whipped cream Super Soaker fight, in the party, which was happening during a hurricane. Carlton was trying to talk to two girls who said they loved hurricanes. You could tell that, by the end of things, they would say that Carlton had made them hate hurricanes. Something about [livejournal.com profile] mech_angel going to the corner convenience/grocery store, with some grandmotherly figure, and being taught how to cook and/or back some extremely difficult dish.

Bree Sharp - [The Cheap and Evil Girl]--- That's really all I remember, at the moment. The rest is lost in a haze of sinus drainage, and tossing, in the night.

Today, I get to write my outline for my presentation of the second half of chapter four, for Monday, in Teaching Philosophy class. This should be funny to watch. I think I'm also going to flush my sinuses, with some warm salt water. But I'm going to put that one off, as long as I possibly can.

The Clash - [Hateful]--- For now, however: Outline!

Später meine Freunde.

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