So there I was.
Lightning flashing. Wind blowing. Tornado warnings in my town. It's dark. It's rainy. It's spooky. I'm all alone. Candles burning all over the castle. Shadows dancing in the cobwebs. Lights flickering. Wondering when the power would go out.
Waiting for prince charming in a negligee by the moat. Pouring Godiva....
You fell asleep again at the keyboard. This is no time to dream about romance. You have work to do.
Peace Globe #401, 401, 402....and on and on....what's a girl to do?
And then it hit me.
I think I might have to ask for help.
I called my friend Psycho Julie for a quick palm reading and advice.
"I can't do this by myself O-psycho-one, I need help."
"Remember this word, O Queen.... D.E.L.E.G.A.T.E"
"Yes, but I hate to ask people for help. It's not in my nature. I'd rather do it myself."
"Why don't I just stand at the castle gate in a negligee?" I asked my level-headed friend who was much more sane than I at this hour of the night. It seemed like a good idea to me.
"That is not the kind of help you need, Mimi dear. You're just tired and not thinking straight. I'll talk to you later!"
"Wait! What kind of friend are you?? Is that all the advice you can give me? I'm sinking in a sea of
I thought I heard her yawn.
"I think I broke my meme. In fact, I'm sure of it. How will I finish numbering peace globes in the Official Peace Globe Gallery with a broken
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