Last night I was so tired that I blew off going to TGIB, crawled into bed at seven, and didn’t wake up until half past five this morning. (You can tell that I was really tired because I slept half an hour past my normal waking time—well, normal for these days, anyhow.) I had several dreams that I remembered, which is unusual, for I don’t often remember my dreams. In the final one before I woke, I was taking the Mensa admission test for some reason, and I thought, “This should be a walkover, because I’ve given this test before, so I know what the right answers are.” And when I woke, I remembered that I’m supposed to give a Mensa admission test this afternoon, which I had forgotten about.
Johnny B. Goode takes the frozen dinosaur and shoots henchmen of Osama bin Laden. Fnord.
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