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I got a bit disheartened on one of my stories yesterday and had something of a self-pity fest; my brain responded by squishing ideas for one of my other stories into my head until they were spilling out of my ears. Made it difficult to sleep, because every time I was nearly dropping off I had to grab a pencil and write something else down. Eventually got to the point where I wasn't even turning on the light, just scribbling with my eyes still mostly closed, so whether I can decipher the notes or not is the big question. XD

It's reassuring, anyway. I like it.

Oh, and my brain is not being subtle again; last night I dreamed about buying a ridiculous piece of furniture for a frankly extortionate amount of money from a charity shop, so I couldn't even take it back. Yes, brain. I am aware I'm spending too much on whims right now. I'll work on it, okay?

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I've had nights like that. One time I woke up to find a random piece of scrap paper with the following written on it:

IGUANAS!!!
THE BORING GUN
SIDEWALK TIME TRAVELLER

Luckily I'm pretty sure I remember what all that means :P including the exclamation marks