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You're a LiveJournal Junkie!

Well, maybe you don't live or die for LiveJournal,
but it's what gets you up in the morning.

Guilty of reloading your friends page over and over
throughout the day? Thought so.

Quick, get some fresh air - before you become a full fledged addict!

Are *You* Addicted To LiveJournal?

More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva

No real surprise there.

Some moderately high crises at work this morning, caused by people fucking around where they shouldn't. Yay, I got to fix them. Except the fixes are only temporary, because the only person with correct permissions to make them permanent isn't around, and nobody knows where she is.

WOoo.

Strange thing: I'm remebering bits and pieces of a dream from last night. This is especially odd for me because as I've stated, if I remember them (rare enough), I ususally remember them immediately after I wake up, pretty much in full, and then slowly lose bits as I go on, as opposed to this.

I was with a group of friends, whom I can't remember right now. But I know it was friends. We were in a hotel, in a scavenger hunt type deal. (Collecting "phoenix eggs", I think? Except they were just gold plastic eggs. Maybe. I don't think I opened one.) Our movements weren't just door to door searches. I think we were actually moving almost Mario Party style, with a random number (Dieroll?) determining how many doors down we went before checking a room. I -think- we had to check each room before changing floors.

I don't remember most of the rooms, except they had people I knew in them, for the most part.

Except one that I remember very clearly. And in some ways, it's the most disturbing of them.

Enter to find a man naked in a bed, pulling a sheet over him. Fair enough. It's a hotel, people do wierd shit in them. Look left. See one of those black, long, square suitcases that you pull around. (Come to think of it, much like the one I own.) Except the lid has been unzipped, and an apparently naked Isa is inside it, with her head, shoulders, and arms visible.

"Do you have an egg for us?"

Isa: "Wouldn't you rather stay with me?"

I think I said something to her, but can't remember what.

Isa sighed. "Fine, hang on."

She rummaged in the suitcase, and pulled an egg out and gave it to us, and then we left.

Your guess on what this meant is as good as mine.

I woke up tired, bleah, and missing Lisa.

Now, we'll end on a more cheerful note!