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Everything below my neck feels fine. But my head feels like it's about to fall off.

I survived work. I stumbled home, threw on my pajammies, my warm socks, heated up some tea, made a peanutbutter and honey sammich, and I'm in for the night.

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I find it incredibly adorable that Sascha likes to crawl on the back of my sofa, lay just behind my neck, rest his paw on my shoulder, and nap.