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Very tired this morning. I had a long, complicated dream just before the alarm went off. Do you remember the "Host a Murder" party craze in the early '90s? I was in one of those, except it kept flipping between being a party game and an actual murder. I was a doctor who found the body, and thus the early prime suspect. Which made me either a red herring, or the actual murderer. I'm pretty sure I was a red herring though - we started in on the ending where you read from the least likely down to the murderer, and I think I was #2 to read.

There was some other stuff about development rights, and killing endangered Playskool toddler animals, but I'll leave it there.