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whiski_sourI did not spring ahead this year with much grace. I went to bed far too late, woke up far too early, stayed awake an hour, went back to sleep, and finally woke up far too late, which is probably going to cost me when I try to go to sleep at a decent time tonight.
I sacrificed my lost hour to watching Slither in the wee hours. I went to bed right after the credits started to roll.
You'd think that watching a gross horror comedy like that would give me nightmares about fast slugs and Michael Rooker turning into some kind of lumpy blob mutant. But no. I dreamed about Nathan Fillion and at some point, he turned into a cat.
Don't ask me to explain it because I'm not sure exactly how, when, or why it happened, but it did.
So, on one hand, no nightmares. On the other hand, no dream make-out session with Nathan Fillion. I guess I broke even.
At least he purred when I pet him.
I sacrificed my lost hour to watching Slither in the wee hours. I went to bed right after the credits started to roll.
You'd think that watching a gross horror comedy like that would give me nightmares about fast slugs and Michael Rooker turning into some kind of lumpy blob mutant. But no. I dreamed about Nathan Fillion and at some point, he turned into a cat.
Don't ask me to explain it because I'm not sure exactly how, when, or why it happened, but it did.
So, on one hand, no nightmares. On the other hand, no dream make-out session with Nathan Fillion. I guess I broke even.
At least he purred when I pet him.
