I went to bed last night determined to sleep off any lingering pharmaceuticals in my system. I was looking at a funny little deck of cards I bought at Chapters for $3.99 called Good Witch, Bad Witch, reading a Vanity Fair, and People simultaneously and sipping my cranberry juice when I fell off to sleep.
I awakened at 2am with the distinct thought I must forget my dream IMMEDIATLY.
It was one of those angels and demons thing.
Then this morning, I woke up convinced I had been in a strip bar last night watching female strippers.... from Macedonia.
Morgostas this is your fault. Telling me about those biker boy parties.
My doggie brought me back to reality. Looking around I see my covers in a complete heap, and about 14 books on the bed.
Jeepers.
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