I just went into the other room and drank some of my mother's coffee and already my stomach is starting to hurt and I think I can see through walls.
The important thing about coffee is that it keeps you from sleeping. I don't want to go back to sleep today. None of this 'napping'; I'm sick of these so-called 'naps'. I am going to be productive, whether or not my job is still in London LIVING IT UP without me.
I miss my job! I miss my IVY. Where Ivy goes? One might well ask. Today I'm going to have to think fast to keep myself busy. I'm going to go to the bank and deposit an early birthday cheque from my grandma after phoning to thank her. I NEEDED this cheque, too. My grandma has saved me from the poverty goblins. For now.
The cruel thing is that along with my cheque-containing birthday card, in yesterday's mail, I got a reminder from the vet telling me that Happy is due for all sorts of no-doubt costly vaccinations and poo tests. Why? Are they watching me? Is the vet's office watching me to learn the surest way to hurt me? I think it's very possible. Remember that I can see through walls.
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I hear you on the napping. I am constantly fighting a battle against the nap and losing.
Yeah, napping is really as addictive as coffee, and it fucks with my life in similar ways.
I napped from 7:30 to 9:30 today. It was a badnap.
BADNAP! That sounds like a verification word. The best one ever!?
RHOPA - Swedish lamp.Italian rope.
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