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Christmas Day Dreams

This much can be said for break so far: my dreams are getting more interesting. Just this Christmas morning I dreamt I was the leader of an archeological team in the 1930s which was excavating an unopened tomb; we were attempting to remove all the precious objects before being killed by a rebel team. Let me tell you, you think the insides of an Egyptian tomb are creepy in pictures - try being pursued by villains through the columned rooms of the darkest, scariest, most randomly shifting burial ruins that your mind can come up with. Suffice to say, I really was quite awake this morning even though all our presents were opened the evening before.

I got running shoes! Also, a warm heart was received, too. I am, therefore, happy. Get this, we got these big fluffy flakes of snow falling in a most wonderful slow way - it was the perfect sight over the noon hour - a weak winter sun illuminating these big bright flakes. We admired them for their beauty, and for their transience.

Quick chat excerpts for humor:

Mykala (11:49:09 PM): i might have to give you your christmas present tomorrow
Mykala (11:49:14 PM): unless you really would rather i wait
Me (11:49:25 PM): oh my
Me (11:49:29 PM): no, i’d Love to know
Me (11:49:33 PM): to get it
Me (11:49:36 PM): him.
Mykala (11:49:48 PM): her.
Me (11:50:09 PM): sorry
Mykala (11:50:25 PM): you didn’t know

Me (12:10:10 AM): and, given my abysmall knowledge of the culenary arts, i never like to be too confident
Me (12:10:14 AM): *abysmal
Mykala (12:11:15 AM): *culinary

Mykala (11:46:48 PM): maybe eskimos don’t know how to love
Mykala (11:47:01 PM): maybe, since all they can do is rub noses, they can’t fall in love

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mykala

who is that mykala girl?!? she sounds hilarious. wink wink.

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