Saturday, May 14, 2005
I was dreaming of making bacon or something when I felt it. Poke. Right in the back. I ignored it and went back to sleep. Poke. Again! Eww! I moved over still determined to sleep. Poke, poke, poke. I turned my head. “What?! Stop poking me!”
He just let out a snore. I gave up on my last ten precious minutes of sleep and got out of bed.
Posted by daniel on 05/14 at 07:01 AM
I take it he was poking you in the back, and not in the Good Way?
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 05/14 at 11:27 AMHmm poking hmmm
Posted by Alistair Phillips on 05/15 at 01:42 PM
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