Can't remember the last time I slept.
Last week they left two bottles of plutonium on the doorstep--as payment.
I think it's weapon-grade but it's hard to tell from the label.
The glow from the refrigerator is bright enough to keep me awake--even with the door closed.
There were two more bottles out there this morning. I have to do something with this stuff before they catch me with it.
