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...?"
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...?"
*The hit single by Captain Pooper and the Waaah-Waaahs, soon available for digital download.


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