Wednesday. Last night I woke up at 2.22 and 4.44 (because of Lana barking at something she heard outside). Thankfully it was 6.03 when I got up and I didn't sleep until 6.66 because that would have been a pretty devilish start to the day. I have to admit that as a kid, demonic possession was something I worried about quite a bit. Having watched the Exorcist at the age of 10 or 11, and then spent the next two nights too afraid to even go to sleep, I had a solid grounding in my own mind about the downside of an evil being using my body as a vessel. I wasn't mad for the head spinning, but I was probably most put off by the idea of doing all that vomit as much as anything else. I hate doing...
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