This is how I feel when I wake up on Saturday after a Friday fish dinner and one glass too many of dry vermouth on the rocks with a twist. Damaged and full of hair flame. Lately, including last night, I've been dreaming of nuns a lot. They implore me to return to nursing, with promises of a lovely flowered heart chakra t-shirt. ? The dream Mother Superior laughs when she sees my necklace of religious medals, saying, half of those saints have been de-canonized. I tell her they still work for me, and she just smirks.
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