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Couldn't Call It Unexpected No. 4

The night before last, I couldn't sleep.  When I finally did, I dreamed that Lyndon Johnson took me to a poetry reading by Robert Frost.  His entourage came too, of course.

Couldn't sleep last night, either.  But can you blame me?

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whochick
Jan. 30th, 2009 07:57 am (UTC)
Insomnia is balls.
We should start a club or something, lol.
np_complete
Jan. 31st, 2009 03:48 am (UTC)
If we were in close to the same time zone, I'd say we could commiserate in the middle of the night. :)
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