As the deviated septum vibrates.....
As I listen to the dulcet tones of the Man-Who-Doesn't-Snore-I-Don't-Have-A-Problem sawing away over there in the lounger and contemplate the very real possibility that I will get about two hours less of sleep than I need tonight due to the disharmonious sound of a dry squeegee rattling across glass that emits from my beloved's gaping maw, I just wanna say:
Does anyone else out there feel me?
Can I get an "Amen, sistah!" from the legions of bleary eyed former gamines who now resemble a hag straight outta Grimm's due to lack of shut-eye due to the not-so-quiet-riot that we nightly negotiate?
Crap. Well, at least I bought a couple of new books this weekend.
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