<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10025799</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:42:29.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>red jumpsuits and other blah blah blahs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redjumpsuit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10025799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redjumpsuit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16661541018304946711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10025799.post-110517113479882663</id><published>2005-01-07T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:58:54.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had four dreams today. I only remember the last one though. Twas so strange... I was trying to escape something, I'm not sure what. It felt like I was crossing the border, but it was at my school and I was with the kids from church. Yes, kids. And there were these evil brown birds that would peck the people trying to run away, but I hid under a building or something. Then we were all on the dining car of a train. And I flew and never came down. Twas so strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I feel like people have been calling my name, but when I turn around there is no one there, well no one calling my name at least. I can't tell whether or not it's God or I'm going crazy. However if I truly was going crazy, I wouldn't say I was going crazy because I would be thinking that the things happening to me are normal which would make me abnormal compared to others, but I wouldn't think so, unless I was crazy. Wait... I just confused myself. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dead baby from Trainspotting disturbs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10025799-110517113479882663?l=redjumpsuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redjumpsuit.blogspot.com/feeds/110517113479882663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10025799&amp;postID=110517113479882663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10025799/posts/default/110517113479882663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10025799/posts/default/110517113479882663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redjumpsuit.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-had-four-dreams-today.html' title=''/><author><name>red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16661541018304946711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
