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 <title>Grey&#039;s Anatomy</title>
 <link>http://foddrick.com/node/192</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;It had been a while since the last decent sleeptalking, when one night after a few episodes of &lt;em&gt;Grey&#039;s Anatomy&lt;/em&gt;, Christine came out with &lt;q&gt;Hey guys, what&#039;s O&#039;Malley doing up there?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 20 Aug 2006 09:36:52 +1000</pubDate>
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 <title>What&#039;s your name ?</title>
 <link>http://foddrick.com/node/61</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;Here&#039;s another entry in the sleeptalking file.&lt;br /&gt;
Again this happened some 8 years ago.  Not long after I was married, I learned that I could communicate with my sleeptalking wife.&lt;br /&gt;
One night she started talking and I decided to interview her.  The conversation went a little like this.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mark: What&#039;s your name ?&lt;br /&gt;
Chris: Wally ?&lt;br /&gt;
Mark: What&#039;s your job ?&lt;br /&gt;
Chris: I eat grass.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&#039;s still funny to this day !&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2005 11:29:45 +1000</pubDate>
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 <title>My Flower Fell Off</title>
 <link>http://foddrick.com/node/56</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;I was making another blog entry tonight I heard Christine call me from the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;
I found her standing out of bed, clutching her necklace and she said &lt;em &gt;&quot;My flower fell off&quot;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to engage her further in conversation, but I was unsuccessful.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2005 22:40:06 +1000</pubDate>
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