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Monday night I dreamt I was shot in the head - what I was thinking as I waited for the bullet, what happened when the bullet struck me and what I was thinking as I was dying. It was very unpleasant,not frightening, but it left me depressed and aware of my own mortality. Watching Münich yesterday evening and reading the online newspapers didn't help the matter.

C says I am too negative and worry too much. As of today, I'm taking a newspaper/news break and only watching warm fuzzy stuff in TV. :)

So today's journal entry is dedicated to good news. Here are a few of my own, feel free to share. :)

I have tomato soup in the fridge.
Jonesy is zonked out on the office floor and is cute, warm and fluffy.
Fisen has been poorly for a few days, but is perking up again.
I had a nice talk to a friend on the phone.
I'm almost done updating the shop for February. I've made some small improvements and I think they look good. :)

Oh the pressure, the pressure

It's February and to keep mnfaure here, I have to make 10.000 words.

She's really rolling today. First she calls me EVIL in her post and just now she's been trying to manipulate my word count with strange calculations so that I'm actually writing MINUS words. It's a good thing we agreed upon the rules a month ago - although even then she was trying to be trixy (see her very first post).

424 / 10,000 (4.2%)