So, I take a doze, a heavy doze, last night bec/I was sorting papers, a job you should only have to do in PRISON.
I get up in the wee hours. I pop in here, why? dunno.
Then I take my place again, sitting Indian Style on the floor grabbing one folder after another.
I am INTO it as I am running out of time.
I must have sat Indian-style for over an hour, more like two.
I have to tinkle.
Badly.
All of a sudden, I realize that I do not have ANY FEELING except in my arms.
It took me a while to stretch my leg, one at a time, and rub the leg until I felt some blood flow. Then I switched legs. But I still couldn't get up.
I was nummmmm and feeling rather dummmmm.
So I got on all fours, and started walking like a dawgie, over to the couch so I could pull myself up.
By the time I had reached the couch, my party dress was up around my neck.
Yup, you guessed it.
The blinds were open, the lights were on, the neighbors were outside pointing and laughing, the whole 9 yards.
That will teach me to WEAR UNDERPANTS.
I can't stand myself, 
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I actually love doing carp like that. It's shocking to the normal person.
Love, Abby (abnormal) xxx
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