Last night I dreamt that I dreamt I was lying to everyone about having a life threatening disease which I acquired from bin-diving for Tiny Teddys. Then I dreamt that I dreamt I was five months pregnant. During my sleep I'd constantly switch between the two and it was nauseating, like Groundhog day or something. Finally, I woke up when I realised that all this stuff was bullshit- completely out of character for me. And I don't know, I think there's a message in this whole thing but I'm not sure... just thought I'd say hi those in Bloglandia. Blogville? Blognovia?