Last night was home invasion of the cockroaches, quivering from the effects of pesticides but not dead. A lot of them were stuck to the walls. One was a hybrid of a praying mantis/small snake/cockroach. My sister was cowering in a corner at the sight of it. Why I wasn't I have no idea.
Then there was the impending thunderstorm in the distance, and when it struck, everything in its path turned to ice. Complete with tornado and everything!
I once kept a dream diary but couldn't figure out a use for it. Sell it to Hollywood?
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