I don't remember much. I'm rehabbing my way back to sleeping in the little bedroom. All I can recall is that Sharon was a little pissed at me for using the blender to make some raw fish concoction. I don't think I was de-boning the fish properly before putting them in and pressing the mix button.
Later on I was in some cheap hotel hallway in Tahoe. The rooms were all being cleaned, so I was waiting around in the hallway. I really wanted to get in a room, so I offered to do a little cleaning if it would expedite things. They offered me a room that had a bit of a bug infestation going on. No, problem, I thought. I could handle a little bug killing on my own. I couldn't find a can of bug spray, so I grabbed a vacuum and started vacuuming flies off the wall.
That's when I noticed a large piece of what appeared to be clay artwork adorning the wall by the entrance. It was a giant wasp nest, which I had disturbed while trying to vacuum the flies. The door to the room was closed, and I would have to run past the nest, in any case. The wasps were just about to launch their angry retaliation, when I gratefully awoke.
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