Transition from sleep to wake has left me angry as nightmares linger like a thick fog surrounding my mind. Enemy soldiers on some sort of covert mission to ready destroy my recent spate of sanity perhaps…..
Napoleon spent the better part of the morning attending to 'personal' business on the phone, which would be all well and good if his voice did not penetrate your brain like a jackhammer. Think Chumpy was ready to kill and destroy, not that I blame him.
Managed to do some actual work today which soothes my ethical urges but appears to have made my head ache.
I feel a shiver down my back, and sure enough when I look up Milk Thief is sliming his way down the corridor. The nightmares might be bleeding into reality.
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