Graveyard

I’m not mentally adjusted to 3rd shift. Caught myself in the kitchen this morning delivering an improv stand-up comedy routine to the contents of my freezer. Made sleazy lounge singer bedroom eyes, and sultrily said “This goes out to all my special ladies,” then whispered raunchy leg, thigh and breast comments to my frozen chickens. I was about to start singing when I snapped out of it. Sleep deprivation, I am your bitch.

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