I tried reading some Emily Dickinson. The poetry was good, but didn't help with the sleepiness factor. I tried making my mind blank, and letting myself just fall out of consciousness. But that didn't work, either. And so, wide awake at three a.m., I found myself opening wide and looking into the mirror. Damn. Still infected. Why aren't these
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call me when you do we can do something super adventurous to even everything out
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Oooh, adventures . . . One can never have enough of those when it's Lemming and Weasel!
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