Curse that small wicked child I named Emily! In my loopy, sleep deprived state apparently I'm feeling Shakespearean. Another night of tossing and turning, of kicking and yelling, of bad dreams, and confusing sleep positions: I'm a mess! There is not enough Lunesta on the planet to make me sleep through the drama of that girl. Did I mention she yelled at me for sleeping in her bed? Without the aid of my morning caffeine to help me resist, I nearly lunged for her like an animal. I actually growled.
To add to this sleepless drama, when I did drift off, I dreamt of horrible things: being in a small boat on rocky waters, unclogging a toilet without a plunger and watching Kam cook a meal on our front lawn with a hibachi grill...all very strange and disturbing. Just another day at the Ng house.
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