I have to fight Drowsenon every morning when I wake up. The demon is no joke by the way. I’m certain one of these days I won’t make it to work and get fired because Drowsenon sat on chest and to keep me from getting up to look for may cellphone (which I never use, BTW) to call my supervisor to say that I’ll be just a little late. But I won’t be late. I just won’t be going in because Fukitol (the demon that just doesn’t care), will start to kick my arse.
Doggonit. Why hasn’t that happened yet?
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