Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the American dream?

Sam West saved me today. I felt awful, absolutely awful when I woke up this morning, but there was Sam on the tv, and everything felt better. I eschewed doing my hair properly, a shower and obviously breakfast in lieu of watching Sam in the Vacillations of Poppy Carew. Didn't think much of the programme, but I loved Sam. I was all warm and tingly in a soft fluffy bed, the way it only is when I have to get up on a cold, dark, wet morning, and lingered til the very last minute.

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