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I had a good morning despite a bad night...

Dreams that looked like this gave way to about three hours of playing around under the covers. No I didn't say I did that for three straight hours. I said we played around. Which is a lot of fun when you aren't desperately sexually fustrated and longing to get to the main event. It invovled some of her dirtier attempts at fan fiction, a running joke that I choose not to get into and some cinnamon massage oil I picked up in Vegas. When breakfast time rolled around, I felt like this or maybe like this or this. Suffice it to say, the mood was a good one. I had a big bowl of Cocoa Puffs before unlocking the doors. Some days just rock.

See you in the funny papers...
Simon

I dreamed about Danny...

Back when he was in the hospital and tacked together with pins and stuck in a halo. It was all mixed up with Brian with a dash of SWSNBN added in. Just what the hell my subconcious was trying to tell me, I'm not sure I really want to know.

I sat with Brian for about an hour...

Just sitting, listening to the machine help him breathe. The first time I can remember him having an attack was when we were about six. I must have seen him have them before, cause I distinctly remember going to get his inhaler for him. I read aloud to him. I didn't want him to fall behind on the Marvel Civil War. He could look at the pictures when he felt better. I left a message for Danny Anderson after I left the hospital. When I came home Maricel was engrossed in reading back issues of Fables. We had cheese, crackers and some other assorted snack foods for our dinner and watched some Stargate. Then we looked through a cookbook to come up with a dessert to bring to Sunday dinner. We decided on this.

See you in the funny papers...
Simon

Mrs. NBN was concerned for her daughter.

We went upstairs to my living room to talk. She'd never been real fond of me. But here she was pleading with me to not press any charges. And while I was at it, I could give back her mother's earrings.
"I don't have the earrings." I said. "And they aren't in the closet where she was looking for them. My girlfriend and I cleaned it out the night before."
"Are you sure she didn't take them?" Mrs. NBN asked.
"Get the hell out of here." I said.
At least it was a brief encounter.

It doesn't seem much like working...

when you get to read comic books all day. At least that's what Maricel said. But I was minding the store. Didn't hurt to get a little reading in. I need to be current on the product if I'm going to discuss it with the customers. We were busier than usual. A lot of guys were coming in to get a look at Maricel. They were doing their best not to be obvious, but their best wasn't much. But they were buying and that was cool. I went upstairs to make us some sandwiches and came down to find eight customers in the store. I think I was violating fire codes. I had a surprise guest as well. Mother of SWSNBN showed up. Let's call her Mrs. NBN. I made her wait her turn until the other customers were taken care of. Cause I'm mean.