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I had a dream.

I was part of a small group- students? workmates? I realised I hadnt heard from Erich for a long time, so I tried to call him. I realised my phone had turned into a sausage roll, and I'd absentmindedly eaten part of it- the screen, specifically. So I had to dial from memory, and my fingers were all slick from the fatty sausage so it was hard to dial. I got a wrong number- or, I thought it was a wrong number, until I realised the answerphone message was for "Erich and Bob", just as the sausage roll went cold and the connection was lost. I cried from frustration and woke up very unhappy.

As well as my general anxiety right now, I think the sausages I had for dinner might have been a bit undercooked...

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QOTD (to client): "Did you used to be a mechanic? because you've sure got a lot of spanners..."

As in, 'putting a spanner in the works'.