you might as well ascribe magical powers to me. i'm awfully eldritch.
last night in my dream, i got awfully, door slammingly angry at jenny. we decided to skip some dinner her parents were throwing & read in bed. so i made an excuse & jenny sent her robot duplicate. then after the dinner, & her parents had left, we went in scavanging through the left-overs. there were too pieces of cake left, a really good special cake, but jenny wouldn't let me have one. she said her robot had eaten too much during dinner, & now all the food it had eaten was wasted, because robots don't need to eat.