Tuesday, January 11

Ima what?

I think I've been watching a little too much espionage lately. Between the MI-5, Alias, and back-to-back nights with double doses of 24, I'm a little paranoid. This morning, I was dreaming about being a spy. I know it, though I recall no details. I know it because when the alarm went off, I hopped up in this crazy protective stance, which might have looked cool had I a gun in my hand, or might have looked crazy either way.

Be careful, people. I'm unarmed and dangerous.

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