where does mister sandman go when i need him? you arse! get in here, throw some of that sand shit on me now!, not during the bloody day, you silly senile twat.
I think he might be busy or something... It was already 3 am when he finally had time to come over to my place last night. My flu might have played a part in that... And while I waited for him I found out that it is utterly impossible for a person to breathe through her ears no matter how blocked her nose might be. And that is something the great forces of evolution should take a look at...
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*can't see any signs of life*
*decides to come back later*
*waves goodbye just in case someone was lurking in silence*
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