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Happy International Women's Day!

Fuck off!

I am in a real mood this morning.

Andrew gripped me from the trenches of my REM cycle.

Leo had a grooming appointment this morning at 8 a.m.

Now you should know about my husband that he sleeps like a corpse.

He could sleep for 18 hours, no problem.

He could fall asleep anywhere, anytime, any place, anytime zone.

I'm kind of a finicky sleeper.

And I was having the most foamy, swampy, deep, lucid dream.

I was in Newport Beach, okay? Orange County.

I was at the fun zone, which is kind of like this pure carnival disaster.

Chuckie cheese with a bunch of crusty white people in polo shirts, okay?

Imagine that.

And like chocolate dipped bananas.

And you know how I get about a chocolate dipped banana?

Don't mind them in Newport, an edible arrangement.

I've never received one, but it triggers me.

When I think about the sad bottom budge fruit dipped in preservatives

and then arranged in an Easter basket with like kale garnish

and like a fucking cannelope in the size in hearts,

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