My eyes itch.
I hate being sick.
I don't think I've slept that much in one day since I was a baby.
I sometimes actually get work done when I'm writing with Hobbes.
Caiti doesn't like getting shots.
What shall I eat for dinner? Everyone is having pizza. I can't have pizza. I've been almost three weeks without wheat...
I really, really, really like to read.
Children.
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