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Also, on a side note, I'm having the most terrible time keeping the zippers on my pants up lately. They're just not cooperating at all, like they don't even want to be good. At first I thought it was just the one pair of pants, but now they all seem to be acting up. And sure, one could reasonably surmise that since I'm the one unifying element in all the zipper-not-working scenarios, the problem is me, but I believe that is faulty logic. Personally, I suspect my pants have all banded together to sabotage me. That, or possibly someone is attempting to sabotage me through my pants. Or something. Which is perhaps more reasonable than thinking the pants have not only become sentient but capable of deviousness and malice as well. It could happen. I've often thought my pants looked a bit surly.

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On another side note, I've discovered that if you take Ambien and resist the urge to slumber, it's actually quite enjoyable. Not that I would use prescription drugs improperly, but I'm just saying. I took some, but before I fell asleep completely, I realized I'd left my cell phone downstairs. I stumbled and wobbled my way downstairs in the dark, and it was the most entertaining and bizarre trip to the kitchen that I've ever taken. I'm safely back upstairs now, and I could fall asleep at a moment's notice, but I'm kind of digging not, you know? Well. Maybe you do. Or maybe you don't. Either way, I'm rambling in a ridiculous fashion, and it had ought to stop.

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So, just the one more thing and then I am most definitely off to bed. Probably. Maybe.

So, I'm sitting at my desk earlier, right, and I'm waiting for a file to finish copying from one location to another. I"m tired, it's lateish, so I put my head down and sort of semi fall asleep. I have no idea how long I was asleepish, but I was almost entirely down for the count when suddenly I'm awoken by what sounds like someone whispering desperately in my head "Kathy! Kathy! Kathy!" I jump up all, "Oh my God! Kathy!" and I start to run out of the room until I realize, "Well, wait a minute, who the hell is Kathy?" I only know one person named Kathy, and while she's a very nice person, we're not close, certainly not close enough to warrant mystical warnings about potential danger to her person. So I finally wake all the way up and I decide to chalk the experience up to random half sleep fucked up dream action. But then I started thinking, well, what if there's a Kathy somewhere who is in trouble, and the mystic powers that are responsible for whispering dire warning in people's ears totally fucked up and warned the wrong person? What if there is a Kathy out there who needs help somewhere, but she'll never get it because anyone who might give a shit was never told? I mean, what if, right? So, if you know someone named Kathy, you better check on her because she might be in trouble. Maybe.

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