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[xp_tarot]

I think that Jamie's ice-cream waffles must have a bad effect on my head or something.

Strange dreams all last night. A singing, dancing line of random people in bunny suits, that turned into me driving down an endless road, talking to, of all people, Lockhart from the Harry Potter books.

I think he wanted to be the mutant underwear model. Even my brain when sleeping knows its a bad idea.

We got pulled over by a policeman who was really Bobby, only not really, because he took off his policeman uniform and turned into Mister Summers, and then into Brittney Spears, and then into a big blue snake-lizard thing.

Ugh. Too strange for me.

And I overslept, which means I missed breakfast. Ick.

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[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm tired of fighting with my work, so I could make you pancakes if you want.

Ooh.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Pancakes...

Re: Ooh.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

*grin* I make good pancakes, just ask 'Yana.

Meet me down in the kitchen and I'll get the batter started.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I told you mint chocolate chip and maple syrup were a weird combination. Take Kitty up on the pancake offer, she's good at them. And I'll keep an eye out for if Bobby starts developing uncontrollable urges to breathe radioactive fire and destroy Tokyo. :)

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

It sounded like a good idea at the time. I am blaming the insomnia.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

The Professor has some pretty good tea for insomnia. Tastes kinda blah, but it works pretty well. Maybe it doesn't taste blah if you actually like tea, I dunno.