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Friday, December 09, 2005 

Double-you tee eff

I haven't seen the movie, and I haven't played the game in years, so why did I dream I was trapped in Doom last night, and why did I dream I lost an arm to monstrous acid?

I know we don't really get to understand our subconsciousnesses, but if mine could be a bit less baffling (or even less full of people in shitty rubber costumes), that'd be great.



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