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I am proud of myself. I did not pick up Incubus Dreams from the time I put it down in the wee hours of the morning of the 2nd, until this morning, when I read it on the ride into work (I LOVE my vanpool!) The fact that I was really only home to SLEEP in the time inbetween means nothing. I COULD have forsaken sleep for the book. But I didn't. So I am proud of myself.
By the way, dust is evil. I am simply grateful the effects weren't felt until this morning - I don't have to sing today, and may not have to talk much, either. *sniffle, sniffle, cough, pound*
By the way, dust is evil. I am simply grateful the effects weren't felt until this morning - I don't have to sing today, and may not have to talk much, either. *sniffle, sniffle, cough, pound*