…not to be confused with the Mexican Staring Frog of Sri Lanka.
To sleep, perchance to dream of chicken nuggets…
My hopes of doing some writing after work last night were scuttled by the fact that I was dog tired when I got home. I watched some tv and chatted with My Sweet Little Apricot Tartlet of Passion, but by 10:00 I was headed for bed. Oh, my brothers & sisters, how I’d like to tell you I slept right thru the night, but that would be a lie. In fact, I woke up from screwy dreams every 90 minutes or so. In one dream, these two idiot teenagers had spilled about 50 pounds of uncooked chicken nuggets all over my kitchen. All of their efforts to clean things up went wrong and I was getting seriously pissed off. After awakening from that dream I fell back to sleep and dreamed of cars that changed shape, walking in a jungle and being in a heated gun battle in the Dealers Room at GenCon in Milwaukee. I finally woke up about a minute before the alarm went off.
Gotta get ready for work now. Be bloggin’ at ya later.
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