Oh ya.

I've been having a lot of dreams that I can't remember lately.

In fact, I can't even be sure if I dreamt, or if I just dreamt I was dreaming.

It's really quite disconcerting. I hardly dream at all, and when I do, it's usually nightmares.

But Moob said something I quite liked this morning at breakfast.

"Well, the work you do now actually stimulates you. Maybe that's why."

I'd like to think so too.

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On the way to catch a cab this morning, I passed by a house where a man was whistling the song '500 Miles'.

It made me happy, somehow.

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I know more people now, talk more and am happier now.

Funny how just getting to talk to someone makes your day.

Also, editors had a mix-up: I was assigned to a launch that wasn't a launch, but was in fact a one-on-one interview.

Worst: I only found out 15 minutes before the appointment.

Bestest: But I managed to wing it.

This is definitely, my turf.

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If you miss the train I'm on, and you know that I am gone, you can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles.