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I finally found myself getting into a book, a Stephen King novel (one of the few I've not read) lent to me by Kate.

Last night I know I put it down on top of my laptop on my night table next to me before I went to sleep.

But it's like it never existed. I can't find it anywhere. And it's driving me looney. I've been tearing this room apart, and the rest of the apartment. Dust everywhere, and we're out of antihistamines, so I'm leaking from every hole in my face.

Then Kirsten comes in with a manila envelope and she sez, she sez: "Did you get this?"

And I sez, "I never get my mail around here anymore!"

And I grabs the envelope and my name is on the front, in capital letters, with an exclamation point-- TAVIE! -- and the name over the return address is the Sign of the Penguin.

And inside, Unca Scrooge and Donald Duck comixx!!!!!!!!!!

I luv Francis!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:35 AM | shower me with attention