Well, I'm going to make a bowl of tea and hold my ear up to it, then my nose, then drink it, and then go to sleep, or try to with thoughts of weekend's worth of stories or trying to remember just exactly what George Harrison did in my dream last night. Then I might get cold, and my nose won't get too much better the next day. Or I could find more blankets. I really need to clean my room. It's been a great while.
Well, actually I think I'll brew myself a mug of tea, not a bowl. But same concept. And I might squish the fat on a cat's sides.
I live in am become that thing where you are and entirely occur in jello flavoured alphabet soup colors.
Well, actually I think I'll brew myself a mug of tea, not a bowl. But same concept. And I might squish the fat on a cat's sides.
I live in am become that thing where you are and entirely occur in jello flavoured alphabet soup colors.
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