I think my original intention had something to do with the description of a chain of events that led to a minor concussion.
But instead I just want Lynne's tonsillitis to go away. I remember in the olden days, they took out tonsils when they exploded. Now you just get drugs.
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Tomorrow, 7pm, I fly to Nashville, Tennessee. I'll wave a hearty "hello," and jump in a rental car, commencing the "journey" to Paducah, Kentucky for Michael and Carly's wedding.
Insomnia--either from the excitement or from the annoying pain in my brain--has me sitting here, staring at the computer screen, waiting for something to either bore me to tears, or inspire me to go to sleep. I've already cleaned the entire house--even the rooms no one goes in--, vaccuumed the whole upstairs, dusted my whole room and re-organized everything from the desk to the bathroom, and re-structured Addy and Lily's habitat.
Who are Addy and Lil, you ask?
Well ...
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Changes the subject
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I may-or-may-not be losing my wits. I had a rather long conversation with my stuffed cow this evening, regarding Love and life's great questions.
I think I'm alright as long as he doesn't start talking back.
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Oh, and for those of you who are wondering, dinner was great.
2 comments:
When in doubt...talk to your stuffed cow. Works like a charm.
Kellie -- if we meet up in Ireland, I think we should have conversations about Love and life's great questions.
Tonsillitis is getting better. I at least don't feel like I'm going to die if I walk 20 feet. So that's good.
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