I slept for thirteen hours last night. I dreamed about receiving back massages and flying on broomstick-like contraptions with friends. That was an awesome dream. I feel much better now, thank you.
Today in the editing lab, the man sitting next to me smelled like feet. Strongly.
Martha Stewart: sprung. Now she can get on with other (good) things.
Going to make dinner, then back to the lab for more synching up of footsteps.
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