The other night, just as I was going to sleep, I had a great idea; the idea that would make me famous. As is so often the case with pre-sleep thought, I couldn't remember much of it the next day. This was probably a blessing, because after I succeeded in in excavating that Morpheus-addled portion of my memory, I was quite disappointed. Anyway, instead of writing a crappy song based on the concept, I decided to write a crappy story. Don't worry, it's pretty short. ( It's really short, but still not worth your time.Collapse )
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In conclusion, I had some of my wisdom teeth removed. Thank you, and good night.