6:30 a.m.

The noder awoke before dawn.
She put her robe on.
She took some Tums
From the ancient medicine chest,
And she waddled on down the hall...

"Yes, fugi..."
"I want to kill you..."


"I want to borg you!!!"
Quiet unrest this Sunday morning. I had previously logged off only 5 hours ago. The only things drowning out my mate's snoring are the relentless bouts of heartburn and my brain that won't shut off. Been tossing and turning for hours...