a(m)

Fulltime girl-next-door and purveyor of fine writing.
Enjoys looking at (but not eating) cupcakes, Weekend Update, and vicious rhetoric.


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Requip, please.

Late at night, my restless leg syndrome tends to turn into restless appendage syndrome.  My right arm twitches as uncontrollably, if not moreso, as my legs.  I know, this is an impossibly strange thing to tumble about.  But the thing is, it’s reaching that time where the arm goes full-on alien limb syndrome, and I’m really dreading it.

If you know a world-famous diagnostician who would like to explain why my limbs go all Hokey Pokey without me willing them, please pass his or her card on to me.  I would appreciate it before the next time I need to stay up late to meet a freelancing deadline.  Thank you for your time.