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||[Aug. 1st, 2009|09:29 am]
Slept only in snatches last night, rolled like I was spitted on a rotisserie.
And when I did sleep? Dreamed about traffic. No plot, no accidents. Just red lights, left turns, parallel parking, and more red lights. Very, very weird.
Today is cleaning house. My brother and his daughter get in this afternoon. I'm looking forward to their visit, but there must be some cleaning first.