As I am now: two-pounds fat. I will request two honey sticks for breakfast.
They taste sweet (would say like honey but for once the simile isn't necessary).
I wish I was a bee.
My God laughs at me and I do not understand what He finds so funny.
There are ants between my toes.
The floor of my room is a complete mess, courtesy of my inability to get anything done these past few days.
My fingers are frozen.
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