I keep a pad of paper next to the bed in case I come up with a fantastic idea and need to note it down.
The top sheet contained one usable idea (asking about the chess sets, which turned out hilarious and awesome via the superb comments) and three incoherent scribbles.
It’s plaid and it might be meat.
My bologna has a first name
(and off to the side, the word “bagpipes”)
It might not have been English, but it wasn’t any other language either, so I think that’s fair.
Tell me, or I break your finger, bitches.