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Jul. 13th, 2007 07:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madbakerI'm sleepy today; when the alarm went off, I was deep in REM sleep (as I have been most of this week, which may be why I've dragged so much). The dream was a mishmash of mild work anxieties: I was at a formal company function, in a museum garden or similar. At least I wasn't naked - I was properly dressed in a suit. But I was offhandedly trashing our corporate strategy and ads to milf_bowling ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
milfbowling. To which, she coldly replied that she had been in charge of the advertising in question. I tried to extricate my foot from my mouth but to no avail.
(As far as I know,milfbowling does not do freelance advertising consulting. Certainly not for my company. Weird.)
milfbowling. To which, she coldly replied that she had been in charge of the advertising in question. I tried to extricate my foot from my mouth but to no avail.(As far as I know,
milfbowling does not do freelance advertising consulting. Certainly not for my company. Weird.)
