I couldn't sleep last night, so I picked up a copy of Nostradamus and started to read. And boy howdy, wouldn't you know, I found a quatrain that prophesized that I wouldn't be able to sleep!
No sleep shall he get
Smelly dogs his place shall take
Reach for the green death,
Find it not, Bazter shall have it.
That's amazing! Not only couldn't I sleep, but every time I moved the smelly little dogs edged me closer and closer to the edge of the bed, and when I tried to dose myself with green Nyquil (the "green death" mentioned in the quatrain, I'm sure) I couldn't find it because Baxter the Cat had knocked it off my nightstand! That's amazing!
Is That All?
11 years ago
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