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I did a stupid thing last night. I thought I would kick-start myself into falling asleep before dawn, seeing as tomorrow I have a 10:30 am appointment at a temp agency. (I took that call before I'd had my morning coffee. Argh. Must brush up on Excel functions.) So, I did a stupid thing, I took two Benadryl. I fell asleep around 2 am, and woke up at 2 pm.

Shit, man. I didn't need those twelve hours. Now I feel hung over, and I didn't even get to drink for the privilege.

Worse yet, I woke up with hot-pink film over my lips, as if I had sucked on the Benadryl before swallowing them. Which I had not, to the best of my recollection.

Worst still, I had a nightmare in which I was in Disney World, did not get to go to Epcot (my usual anxiety nightmare, recall), and heard, on a car radio, Alanis Morisette butchering my favourite Michael Penn song. She whined,

All that that implies are lies
Surprise, surprise
All that that implies are lies
Surprise, surprise

"Stop her!" I screamed at the car radio. "Make her stop! That's my favourite Michael Penn song!"
The driver wouldn't stop. The driver was Erica.

Oh, it was the worst dream. In the dream we were best friends again like nothing had ever happened. I woke up missing her. And my lips covered in pink film. And I still have an appointment tomorrow morning. To take a typing and Excel test. I assume I'll excel at the typing and merely type at the Excel.

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