Carnevale laid waste to my sleep schedule. I thought lying awake for hours was bad enough.
But gentle reader, I cannot impress upon you what horrendous mental damage is incurred by the sound of a cat’s nails screeching down glass at 5:55 the next morning.
But gentle reader, I cannot impress upon you what horrendous mental damage is incurred by the sound of a cat’s nails screeching down glass at 5:55 the next morning.
Never again does he sleep on my bed!
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