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I have Grateful Dead songs in my head. What kind of cruel demon put Grateful Dead songs in my head before waking up. I was having such nice dreams - ok I was having dreams of Angel episodes that never were which always bugs me simply because I watch enough television as it is. I don't want it invading my subconscious - although the Airforce One/Titanic combination dream provided some strange entertainment. They were falling out of the airplane which was filling up with water.

shitty job next

Calling former H & R Block customers to see if they want their taxes done. Not like I can say no if I want to collect unemployment. Oh well. That's next week. Today I sell Plasma. Yay!