Dernit, Ebbie, if you didn't recognize that it was NOT the phrase that I was pressing but that I was trying to hijack the thread, surely 'tain't my fault.

Most nights are dark. A big chair in front of Jay Leno, He trips over it constantly. I often kick myself upright when I am half asleep. I have many self-inflicted bruises. My bed often sits here, trying to stay awake, I am concerned about its comfort. My soon-to-be exblah blah blah...
There are notions of shrugging hiding in the house, you cannot see them, but I smilled at one anyway, in case one was watching me.

I pulled back the covers, still didn't see and notions of shrugging. I froze. I realized the little buggers were hiding in the basement bathroom again, when I heard "The Flush of a Distant Toilet!"

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