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Mmmm, good sleep last night. Mainly proven by the fact I had long and complex dreams involving Roger, Andy, Mirka, alternate realities, massive armies of people who could've been cheering or trying to kill each other, I'm not entirely sure, and Andy shouting at Roger for being a self-sacrificing git. In almost as many words. And that's just what I *remember*.

How do you know you watched too much Red Dwarf, Stargate and Farscape as a child? You have *dreams* involving technobabble and AUs that you don't understand. TV has warped my perceptions of reality, woe.

But I got to hug Roger. So I'm kinda okay with the entire warped thing. :)

I'm on page one hundred and forty-something of Jane Eyre. She has serious issues, though some of them were explained when I realised she's actually the nineteenth century female equivalent of Harry Potter - parents dead, horrible relations who don't want her, sent off to school when she was eleven okay ten, dammit, it's close. I'm also contemplating how long it'll be before I want to hit Rochester over the head with the nearest heavy object, because asshole. He was much more fun in The Eyre Affair.

I love my f-list making me laugh in the morning. :)

edit: Aaaaaaahhhh bugger I haven't written my Christmas cards yet. That's something to do tonight then.

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Warped dreams are fun. Generally if I wake up in the morning and go 'WTF was that about' it's a good sleep. IF my dreams made sense, bad sleep.

Red Dwarf! *has ultimate squeeeeeee because I hart that show* I still have to watch Farscape, I have masses of people prodding me to do so (okay, four) but I have yet to do it.