Whole days are disappearing.
Somebody call Mulder and Scully...somethin' fishy's goin' on around here. No it's not sleep deprivation. Who needs a full night's rest, anyway? Sprout doesn't. Neither does Rook. Why, just this morning they took turns helping me wake up.
Four-O'clock, and still a-bed? Sluggard!
Go back to sleep? Lazy bones...here, we'll help.
Rook alternated meyowling and licking my nose (talk about weird sensations) and Sprout joined in with a rousing chorus of "I May Sound Happy But If You Don't Feed Me Soon I'm Going To Make Tornado Sirens Sound Like A Muted Mime*."
Deceptive, these two girls - one's asleep on my arm,
the other's curled up on the couch beside me.
Ever diligent, though, they'll make sure I don't succumb to any nasty old naps. Meanwhile, there's work to do...somebody's got to locate those missing days...
"What're you lookin' at...?"


"What're you lookin' at...?"
*The hit single by Captain Pooper and the Waaah-Waaahs, soon available for digital download.
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