Cross my heart — this is what I woke from this morning:
The 1/8" tall man was jumping up & down and yelling & pointing. He had just found a very lively, tiny terrier and another miniature dog, and he wanted me to save them. I swore to myself then & there that I would do everything in my power to save this 1/8" man and his tiny dogs so he could tell his story of this Bush Administration experiment gone horribly wrong . . .
As I woke, I saw this little man, jumping and waving, and heard the narration, just as transcribed.
It must be the drugs.
And now Harriett has withdrawn. What will I do with my November?
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