1. I feel itchy.
2. Raj is perched on my leg like the beautiful gargoyle she is.
3. The Sweet Husband is about to pour us Hudson Valley beers that were delivered to our house tonight. Because apparently that’s a thing now. Maybe dreams do come true.
4. Fuck. (scratches her inflamed skin) It’s like. . . Something bit my neck. And my eyeball.
5. I hope I have a pleasant dream tonight. A Sweet Dream is probably not in the cards for me—my mind is quite the crazy concoction—but I’ll settle for pleasant.
6. I. . . was going to try to make it to ten, but that ain’t happenin’.
Stay safe out there, friends.
Nighty night.
. . .
SnapDragon is too tired to write anything clever.
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