Dale posted: "Good morning, my peeps! It is Wednesday. It is dark (in my 'hood) and I've been summoned by the Princess of Purple to play once again at her game of Friday Fictioneers. How did she do this? By using my photo, of course! That sneaky wench! Should you" A Dalectable Life
Good morning, my peeps! It is Wednesday. It is dark (in my 'hood) and I've been summoned by the Princess of Purple to play once again at her game of Friday Fictioneers. How did she do this? By using my photo, of course! That sneaky wench! Should you be inspired to write your own 100-word story, then click on the frog below and add your link. It's lots of fun
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Day Fourteen and sleep eludes me still. I am at my wits end. I've tried everything I can think of: turning off electronics more than an hour before bed, herbal teas, warm milk, meditation, white noise, yoga, over-the-counter sleeping drugs. Nothing works. I don't know ho much longer I can go on like this. So far, I've not made any major gaffes but I fear it's just an accident waiting to happen.
The storm rages on inside my head as it does outside. I'm at the point that I half-wish for lightening to strike me and be done with it.
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