I just woke up from the best night of sleep I've ever had. I slept for 168 straight hours, which, in case you were wondering, is why I haven't blogged in seven days. I think a witch put a curse on me or something. Or maybe it's because of that poisonous frog I ate.
Two things about sleeping for an extended period of time: one, you invariably wake up with a long, gray beard. I wish I could prove that to you, but I shaved mine off this morning, so you'll just have to take my word for it. Two, you have have some really weird dreams. I dreamt about an enormous two-course dinner, and then I dreamt that I was on a plane and its engines exploded.
All in all, it's been a pretty uneventful week.
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