Durer postcards and the crazies

My mom has been sending me postcards from a durer collection as a countdown. The postcards are from when I was born. Or something like that. She has been putting pressed flowers on the back of them. I’m down to half way through the fourth to last week.

I’m starting to exhibit some really startling side effects. Violence in my sleep. Talking in my sleep, and saying things that are *not nice*. It is really crazy to be out of control of my basic non-craziness.

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