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My brain has been manufacturing names, for some bizarre reason. Last night, as I was falling asleep, I kept thinking of the name Benjamin N. Dante, or Ben N. Dante. He would be a supernatural superhero who fights evil witches, of course (ten points to whoever gets it).
The other name, which just came to me, is Amanda Poupon. That's a pretty dreadful name, and I hope no one has it. However, my sense of schadenfreude demands someone be named this. Go figure....
Man, I still feel seriously messed up. My head is spinning and aching, my stomach hurts, and I just feel generally woozy. This can't be good.
I'd like to go home and go to bed, but that's just not happening. I'll have to tough it out for the next five hours.
The other name, which just came to me, is Amanda Poupon. That's a pretty dreadful name, and I hope no one has it. However, my sense of schadenfreude demands someone be named this. Go figure....
Man, I still feel seriously messed up. My head is spinning and aching, my stomach hurts, and I just feel generally woozy. This can't be good.
I'd like to go home and go to bed, but that's just not happening. I'll have to tough it out for the next five hours.
