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I was having what may well have been the freakiest (scariest) dream I've ever had last night, but I forced myself to wake up because I was so terrified, and now I don't remember anything but thinking that if I let myself go back to sleep, I would actually die of terror. When I did get back to sleep, all I dreamed about was family stuff since today is our family holiday party at my uncle's house.

I am ridiculously sore today. Like, can barely lift my arms sore. I knew my legs would be feeling the burn from all the stair climbing, but I guess carrying those tubes up (and holding a dress bag over my head while shopping last night) left an impact of its own. I hope Jeremy is up for a massage this morning when he gets home from work. Forty minutes and we'll see. Maybe I should take an ibuprofen or something. I am achy!

And lastly, I never knew the date for sure, so I could be off by a bit, but I know that it's at least the general vicinity of today - Happy birthday