I started drifting off whenever I picked up a book. My head bobbed up and down so frequently you'd think I belonged on the rear window ledge of someone's '77 Grand Prix.
E-mail this page to a friendThe Mystery of the Heavy EyelidsI started drifting off whenever I picked up a book. My head bobbed up and down so frequently you'd think I belonged on the rear window ledge of someone's '77 Grand Prix. |
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