I just slept almost fifteen hours. I didn't think I was physiologically capable of sleeping fifteen hours anymore. I dreamed about grad school, my cousins, and briefly Sherlock Holmes. I assume it was catch-up not just from the marathon but from the previous week of niece-care; I'm sure it was very good for me. I'm just not sure what to do about the fact that I had plans for the day and none of them involved waking up in time for dinner.
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- 1: You are just the fingertips of something
- 2: And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on
- 3: Shaking off the echoes of yesterday
- 4: Everything I love is on the table, everything I love is out to sea
- 5: He tried to run away, well, she hit him with a hammer
- 6: There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
- 7: She's got a common full of love
- 8: Counts the waves that somehow didn't hit her
- 9: If I were you, I'd be out on the town
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