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I must stop dreaming about weird fish thingies attacking people. Especially when the way to fight them off is making them eat playing radio's and stereo's etc and have the fish swim through the city while loudly playing music. At least the jamacian guy was cute and sweet.

I'm reading "The Golden Compass" by Pullman and left it lying on my bed last night. For some reason my mom put it next to my pillow so this morning I woke up with my head nearly on the book.

Now if only I hadn't decided it was time to wake up.