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Monday, January 30, 2006


Mi cuñada es de Culiacan.

And I dreamt we were talking on the phone while I was in a book store looking for something for her, so naturally my entire dream was in spanish.

I suppose I should be thankful that I didn't dream I was being chased by the chupacabra. But still.... Weird.