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Jun. 15th, 2009 @ 04:47 am 
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Signs the five-ish hours of sleep I'm getting per night aren't enough:
A couple of minutes ago, I went into Chas and Dean's bedroom and turned on the light.
Now, to the best of my reasonably-certain knowledge, in the last two weeks, the only person who's entered that room is me, and I've gone all of one step past the doorway, placing a couple of items of laundry on a hanger three feet inside the door, and putting their mail on the desk in there. (Well, until tonight, as you'll see.)
But I'd swear something moved in there as the light came on.
I looked around the room, though, and there's nothing in there, and nowhere anything could hide, so.
Now that I think about it, it's probably some kind of light-activated booby trap Dean put in there to mess with my mind, somehow foreseeing that I would be stopping by on my way to bed at quarter past four in the morning to put her jacket away. (Because for two weeks I've been moving it around the main room to get it out of the way, and finally I got around to just taking it the hell upstairs, already.)
Speaking of hell, actually: I only this evening found out about the sincere movement to substitute "heaveno" for "hello", because people are morons.
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