Meh.
I nightmared myself awake. A nice travelling dream morphed into me being my character from the show, and someone wanting to kill me for the bag of money I had on me a la Harry post-Gringotts, and I dodged his chain after he killed Aunt Sponge and I unsuccessfully ran down the tunnel alongside our slow-moving open-air train, and kicked him in the stomach, kicking myself awake. I'm glad I managed to not kick the cat, sleeping peacefully inside the knee of my other leg.
Morning.
I need coffee.
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