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Last night I dreamt I was madly in love with a large, Russian mountain man. And my love was unrequited.

!!!

Unrequited love is horrible but unrequited dream love?

SO MEAN! BAD BRAIN!

Confession

I am 31 years old. 31 six months and four days, actually. I have been on this planet for over three decades.

I know this.

What I didn't know, or realize, until TODAY, this my thirty-first plus six months plus four days unbirthday, is the The Beatles?

Is a play on words. Like, an actual pun-like play on words. The Beat-les.

And the only reason I figured it out is because of something I read in EW. Quite the revelation to have at 8:10 in the morning, let me tell you.

The Beatles. The Beat-les.

I never, ever saw it.

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I just got back from a Christmas party where I talked to a guy who had been in the Navy and spent, I think, months at a time in a submarine.

ACK!

I am claustrophobic just thinking about it.

The Beatles. I just can't believe it.

edited to add a hopefully clarifying comma. *LOVES*