Last night I dreamed that...
I write a blog post about how I felt sad for my sister when she was in a coma. I go on and on about it. It's as if I think my emotions were profound and unusual. Then someone named Craig (Maybe from Melbourne?) writes a comment saying that what I felt was sympathy. I'm thinking, no it can't be that. It was more than that. But then I start to realize he's right and I feel stupid about writing the post.
I also dreamed that Julian McMahon got a bad haircut because of a movie he was in. It totally changed his appearance.
I write a blog post about how I felt sad for my sister when she was in a coma. I go on and on about it. It's as if I think my emotions were profound and unusual. Then someone named Craig (Maybe from Melbourne?) writes a comment saying that what I felt was sympathy. I'm thinking, no it can't be that. It was more than that. But then I start to realize he's right and I feel stupid about writing the post.
I also dreamed that Julian McMahon got a bad haircut because of a movie he was in. It totally changed his appearance.
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