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You shouldn't dream about work people. Especially when it's not in any kind of good way and they're actually doing something highly suspicious and suggestive of being criminal, lurking around an upper class electronics shop of the kind that has more floor space than products and plasma screens showing tasteful adverts in muted colours on the walls. Only when you and kindoftrouble try to stalk him to find out what he's doing, you get arrested instead because the shop attendants think you look more suspicious.

I wish I had a dream recorder. It was my damn dream and all I know is that it was highly detailed and long and involved, and I never found out what he was doing. It's like reading a spy novel with a character you really want to be the good guy but all signs point toward him being The Big Bad... and then you find someone's ripped out the last chapter, of the last copy in existence. And no one else knows how it ended either.

The night before I dreamt I was in a university that looked like something out of a Super Mario game crossed with a Victorian Disneyland. Kayleigh was upset so I was saying we should go to the doughnut stall because doughnuts were the ultimate in happiness. There was a lot more to it than that but that was the only thing I remembered clearly when I woke up.

...possibly I'm eating too much cheese. Or something. Like E numbers. I should check the ingredients of Boots' pasta more closely.

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I loved Secret Diary of a Call Girl last night. ( spoilers for anyone who actually a. watches it and b. cares about spoilers for it (there was sex! omg noes! ;) ) )

I should get back to work. Exciting as it is, I don't know how I ever manage to tear my attention away from stamping invoices and franking post. Oh the fulfillment of my life.