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You know what's weird? Creepy frigging dreams that decidedly *aren't* nightmares.

I fluctuated, between being a Dexter-esque serial killer and being his silent observer. There was at least one and possibly two other killers running around, all three in varying states of stable. And there was blood, though not from me/Dexter --we certainly wouldn't stand for *that*.

(I think the Dexter thing was just me filling in the most recent serial killer I've read about. I haven't wikihopped the crazies in a long time.)

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So, I've been watching TV, occasionally.

I'm about a third of the way through season five of Daria (Last season!!) It is heartily excellent, and I do the Sandi voice waaaay too well. I want to know what happens neeext. ( Predictions: )

I've also been watching Buffy, with Veronica. We're not nearly as far along with that, but we did get up to the halfway point for season two, which is nice. ( Predictions )

Please don't confirm or deny any of the above. Well, I mean, actually go ahead. I don't really care.

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Yesterday was utterly utterly awesome. I went on a picnic, and wandered around, and rode busses, and was introduced to a wicked pissah comic shop (THEY SOLD ME EXCELLENT SECRET THINGS FOR PRESENTS!) and bought Transmetropolitan, and Y the Last Man, and that 'Three Septembers and a January', which is my absolute favourite single issue of Sandman, and eee!!

And I borrowed the first volume of DeathNote, because, well, if I'm going to get into Teh Animes, it seems a good one to start with. Hey, at least it's not Sailor Moon.

Annnnnndyeah. Gotta go to work now, or this post would be longer.

~Sor
MOOP!