Reality does not exist

Bleh, fuzzy morning, I'm still stuck in that post sleep haze after a loa of wierd dreams whereby you can't actually tell which memories are real and which ones where actually dreams.
I think my own mind is trying to bribe me right now.
I'm sure it wants more sleep, it's always complaining and trying to sneak in a quick nap here and there, so lo and behold when I do actually have an early(ish) night last night it bribes me with all sorts of wierd and wonderful dreams. The fiend.

Force tastic

http://www.filmfour.com/forceometer/

With 4, I am Han Solo apparently.

Cool, I get the babe.

Sanity for the next generation

http://www.ahajokes.com/fp054.html

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( Swords and blades )

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One day, when I go postal, it'll be the whistling that sends me over the edge