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Holy diamonds. Now I know why there weren't any gratuitous shots of Kate Beckinsale's breasts in Van Helsing.

On a brighter note, I have had this horrendous allergic reaction to something this week, both in MD and MN. One of the nicer symptoms is a truly nasty lung-clearing cough that sounds like a cat coughing up a hairball.

Coincident with this is Kat preparing for her final final Saturday. She crams while awake, and obviously needs to get a decent amount of sleep at night. This has been fine all week, because I have been gone, but last night, the coughing started around 2am. (About when sleeping with my mouth open, because my nose is clogged shut, dries out the back of my throat.)

So I give up around 4am, and decide to get out of bed and sleep on the couch, where I can prop all the pillows behind my back and approach verticality. I looked over at Kat, to see if I had awakened her.

"I want you to die."

Erp, I guess I had.

I got up, went to the couch, and just confronted her this afternoon with her little declaration.

"Oh, I thought you were asleep."

I'm wearing a kevlar vest to bed from now on.

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