Starting with use of the word 'articulateness.'

I am shattered.  I think this happens even to normal people without mysterious auto-immune malfunctions:  you get through the hairy scary bit and then disintegrate.*   Yesterday was hairy.  Today has been a haze, not of small spidery galumphing monsters**, but of fuzzy grey exhaustion.  I must have hurtled the hellhounds or they'd be dancing on the table and getting in the way of the computer.  And there's an empty Green & Black's wrapper lying at