Title: New Regimen
by: Vee (vehemently@yahoo.com)
Logic: none
Setting: guess

2am. This is day 3. Or 4, now. Feel terrible. The Three Wisemen came
by in the afternoon and stood around awkwardly, mostly not looking at
Mulder. He is doing his best impression of a dignified statue, which
is of course awful. They looked at me just fine, including poor
little troll man. The flowers he brought were hand-picked, messy.
Cherry blossoms. And then mom came in with hash brownies and where
does she find cannabis in Pennsylvania? Frohike had one and broke off
a piece for me. 

Felt nappish after that, and kept down a snack at 6:30. (They should
definitely legalize.) Then the evening dose, and barfed through
primetime. Mulder fled for that part, thank goodness. He looks like a
ghoul already; I wonder if I can send him away when I start to lose
my hair.

END

(Because while I do practice Carterese in my journal, I also practice
sentence fragments and inanity.)

Vee

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