Mnh. Can't do mornings.

I meant to be up earlier than this but my dream was too cool to leave;Nnow I mostly just remember an elevator with an extra button that led to a special level which exited in a different place the second time, when Mary had got two children following her, and they fell into snow but the snow melted and little white angels made of snow danced briefliy above their heads. There was also a 'real world' section because it was a RPG that Mary was in.

Now, of course, to compound the problem, I've been spodding.

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I think it's just a rule that I have to feel ill about teatime on Sundays, regardless of what I eat - I thought it was the hot-dogs at D&D, but it looks like it's just generic. Which is a pain, because I have to motivate myself to be across the other side of town in half an hour.