Drinking iconoclastic-breath-mobilizer-of-doom. I didn’t think he had heard the difference between “I don’t want coffee” and “I don’t want you to buy me coffee.” But it looks like it, because here it is.
Was terrified this morning; waking from a dream of smoke and fire and fear. Woke later, still groggy, sluggish and slow. Bitter at having to go to work, at the cat for howling at me, at myself for being stupid, at having a dirty home and an icky litter box, about finding a flea on Rotten last night.
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