Sleep, please?

Last night I surreptitiously stole a Trollboat and was not-so-surreptitiously pursued across a lake by it’s jet ski empowered goblin minions, harvested megatomatoes(the size of those ridiculously ginormous pumpkins that win the prizes at fairs) and hitched a ride with Esther and Jerry Hicks, who were very sweet despite my falling asleep constantly and apparent incompetence in locating my sleeping bag.

Tonight, I want to sleep the sleep of the just(ly relaxed).

I’ve earned it!

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