...Or clowns will kill me.
Well, if they're murder clowns. And those are the very worst sort.
Slept like a log, woke feeling decayed, broken and full of grubs. All breakfast suggestions were spurned -- and probably deserved it but I've had a bowl and a half of cereal and a piece of rye bread toast and I am *hungry* dammit, so I think I will go feed myself.
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