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	<title>Comments on: No doze</title>
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	<description>Comeday morm and, O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar!</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 21:45:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Todd</title>
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		<dc:creator>Todd</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 00:42:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Do you see a link between these dreams and your grandmother's troubles, or is it more complex?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Do you see a link between these dreams and your grandmother&#8217;s troubles, or is it more complex?</p>
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		<title>By: Mel B.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mel B.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 16:43:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, those are some truly horrific dreams.
I slept restlessly the other night. I was in a motel room the night before my interview. Between needing a nap before rehearsing questions and answers to myself and making sure that I had someone to bounce them off of, I kept waking up deliberately. Then I would wake up for no reason, sweat stuck to my shirt in the heavily air conditioned room. (No reason to not use it when it's someone else's bill.)
Then I couldn't get to sleep, so I would try to think positive thoughts about my job interview, but I don't know how well that worked.
I had a dream about someone I didn't like, is what I remember. Someone I'm still scared of, dragging me around (metaphorically) like a dog on a leash, because I'm still too nice to just tell her I don't like her.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, those are some truly horrific dreams.<br />
I slept restlessly the other night. I was in a motel room the night before my interview. Between needing a nap before rehearsing questions and answers to myself and making sure that I had someone to bounce them off of, I kept waking up deliberately. Then I would wake up for no reason, sweat stuck to my shirt in the heavily air conditioned room. (No reason to not use it when it&#8217;s someone else&#8217;s bill.)<br />
Then I couldn&#8217;t get to sleep, so I would try to think positive thoughts about my job interview, but I don&#8217;t know how well that worked.<br />
I had a dream about someone I didn&#8217;t like, is what I remember. Someone I&#8217;m still scared of, dragging me around (metaphorically) like a dog on a leash, because I&#8217;m still too nice to just tell her I don&#8217;t like her.</p>
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