Disgraceful.

What makes it worse is that I should be filling out an application form for a new job today and certainly not talking to you lot. So here goes.

I had one of the worst nightmares of my life 3 days ago. About crocodiles and alligators. It was so severe that I was scared to swing my legs over the side of the bed for at least ten minutes after I woke up. I have no idea what set it off but the dream consisted of me being up in a tree whilst crocodiles and alligators moved about below me. The tree was falling to bits and when i finally fell out I woke up. I am sure the closet psychiatrists are reading all sorts into the hidden meaning of it all, so if you think of anything let me know.

Old Boys weekend is very, very close. Since I stopped going to Grand Days, the year in-between our get togethers seems to fly by and its hard to believe that its over 5 years since the post-Dukie phase of our lives began. How bizarre is that? An anniversary of an anniversary.

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