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This is why I don't like to sleep, you see. The ache in my head when I wake up, the bad dreams, the heart-beating-way-too-fast sense of panic sliding off the bed. Weird dreams again, big houses, someone using my cell phone to call bloody Indochina and such things.
Melynda and I are enjoying the gorgeous spring weather by eating our Sonic on the porch. Breakfast toaster sandwiches with tater tots are a good thing. So is cherry coke. We bitch about time zones and discuss the long unhappy marriage of our wizards. It's a good thing as well.
I need to pick up the rest of my clothes, so I can stop wearing the same ten shirts all the time.
No dinosaurs downtown eating people.
Melynda and I are enjoying the gorgeous spring weather by eating our Sonic on the porch. Breakfast toaster sandwiches with tater tots are a good thing. So is cherry coke. We bitch about time zones and discuss the long unhappy marriage of our wizards. It's a good thing as well.
I need to pick up the rest of my clothes, so I can stop wearing the same ten shirts all the time.
No dinosaurs downtown eating people.