But I’m awake enough to use the shift key, so that’s something.
Still sick. Still hate it. Mom made me soup. It’s great.
I’ve recovered my sense of taste, or it’s gotten wonkier, or–anyway I hate tea, apparently. Which is not normally the case. I miss coffee so much.
For some reason my whole mouth (jaw and back molars on both sides) aches. I’ve put my retainer in for the first time in [mumbles].
I concede. Put my body in the ground. Let my spirit hang out in a Hobby Lobby, where it can fuck up all the yarn and glitter displays and make everything sad for everyone in general.