Fio doesn't feel too good today, and it's probably her own fault: she spilled the plastic basket that she keeps her throng of pills in and may have gotten some of the cuties mixed up with others, although the only really dangerous one, Warfarin, has a red line on it and stayed safe. Never the less, your girl is gritting her teeth and praying.....
Fiorella got tired of Television's Murder, She Wrote some time ago, but she still can't find anything else to put herself to sleep with. Maybe she'll have to go back to some of her other oldies, like xxxxxxxxxxx. GOOD GRIEF! Aren't there any good left-over shows available any more!?
Hold Fio back! She accidentally dug out her cache of jigsaw puzzles and started poking around in them, which is deadly for her! She couldn't resist them as a child and wasted way too much time on them as an adult so she's going to put them away again..........maybe 😁
Another one of your girl's mystical poems...
L' envoi to "Blind"
In the theater of the mind
The unremitting reels unwind,
Horrors ceaselessly replay,
Obscuring now for yesterday
In the theater of the mind,
Eyes that see too much go blind
Remember, the Ukraine will fall into Putin's hands if Trump wins the election--hello, WORLD WAR THREE!
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