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Friday night I dreamt that a beautiful Spaniard friend of mine and I were at a party together. We were dancing, even though everybody wanted to dance with her. It was nice.

Last night I dreamt that I was inadvertantly made part of a hunt for a serial killer, and that I was one of three people there when we were forced to kill him. Even local children wanted details of how we did him in. I ended up shouting at them.

Also, Sir Reginald story is done, it'll be up on Monday morning.

Who fucking loves you?

HINT: It's not me.

ALSO: On Twitter now as "benchilada." Friend me, you fuckers, I need to know every last detail of your lives.

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Seriously, Twitter is going to addict the hell out of you.

Get on it, and get the Firefox plugin. Easy to turn on and off and stupidly fun.

As usual, my username is benchilada