Perhaps I shall rescind yesterday's job and teach her never to read for enjoyment...or drink on a Thursday night, which I guess is the bigger lesson.
I spent all day walking about like Night of the Living Dead...is that a movie? Someone told me once that is a movie. Am I really writing this or am I dreaming about writing it? I don't even remember how to spell my middle name today.
And could I fall asleep while she was taking her morning nap?
Of course not.
Time to go eat brains...then go to Ikea. (Hopefully there's a Christopher Moore fan out there)
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