Mon, 17 Apr 2017

Never. Sleeping. Again.

Woke last night to the sensation of something scurrying across my abdomen. Swatted instinctively, felt a handful of… something. Carried it into the bathroom, hit the light, and found a dead centipede in my hand.

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Il brilgue: les t^oves libricilleux
Se gyrent et frillant dans le guave,
Enm^im’es sont les gougebosquex,
Et le m^omerade horgrave.

Es brilig war. Die schlichte Toven
Wirrten und wimmelten in Waben;
Und aller-mumsige Burggoven
Dir mohmen Rath ausgraben.
— Lewis Carrol, “Through the Looking Glass”