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This is just a remnant of an old Vox blog that I felt compelled to create, even though I already had a blog on blogger. So, you should probably just go there instead: Musty TV

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Dramatic Chipmunk

That last post was pretty gross, so why don't you look at this instead.

Since We're Talking About Dreams

I had a disturbing one last night....those who hate to hear about other people's dreams, I bid you farewell now.

Anyway. I've been having itchy legs recently. No idea why, and there's no rash or anything. They just itch. So I scratch them. A week or so ago, I scratched them so much I left, well, scratches on the back of one of my calves.

Last night I dreamt I was sitting with a friend in a hospital. I have no idea why we were there, but I think she was the one there for something, and I was just along for support. So I mentioned the itchy legs and the scratches, and rolled up my pants legs to show her.

And my legs had huge, deep, crusty gashes all over them. Crusty and oozy--that's the part that gets me. And in the dream I was all like, "Whoa. That looks kind of bad."

And my friend fainted.

And then I woke up.

The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

Do you ever have one of those dreams that features someone you haven't thought about in years, and after you wake up, you kind of can't get that person out of your mind, and it starts to kind of drive you a little crazy and you think, "Wow, I should get in touch with that person." And then you actually do?

Well, I'm here to tell you: Don't.

Me?

Go here for more. I have to figure out what to use this for. Whining? Moaning? Bitching? Time will tell.

Why Am I Here?

I have no idea.