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To continue that parallel universe theme from the last post, in a number of nearby dimensions other-Oakens are getting ready to perform tonight at modpixie's fundraiser. Not to mention sell chocolates there. For there can't be that many universes where the venue's roof leaked and the show got cancelled. (Well, moved to May 27th).

I'm sure that by now my other selves have figured out what they're going to do on stage. I have faith in them. In fact, I'd love to know what they were going to do.

On the other hand, in most of those universes the Oakens have gotten the results of the biopsy, and can relax and concentrate much better. Because HOW FREAKIN' LONG CAN IT TAKE, after all?

*cough*

So, sadly, the great taste-testing of the two different truffle recipes will have to take place at the rehearsal this weekend. Woe is us.

Dream Update

Two nights ago: superrob was leading me around the side of a shopping mall parking lot to see a hippo that'd just been unsuccessfully sexually assaulted. I think we were journalists, though Rob was talking in hard-boiled cop talk. "The perp failed to take into account the fact that his spreader bar was not, in fact, sized for a hippo. We have it down at the lab now." Woke up before I actually got to see the hippo.

Last night: Fred Astaire's father Squeaky offered to teach me how to dance on ceilings. Woke up before he could actually show me.

Resolution: Set the alarm twenty minutes later.