Rotisserie sleep

​​            You know those hot dogs on the long, rotating tubes in the gas station quik-mart? Imagine someone tries to put a bun over one of those hot dogs while it’s still turning on the rollers, then the bun gets twisted into the hot rollers and gets mangled up into clumps and the hot dog gets twisted sideways by the random clumps and the hot dog is thinking, “this doesn’t feel right.”
            That’s how I slept last night.
 
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