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