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My nose runs and my throat hurts. I can't concentrate on schoolwork anymore, nor can I sleep. I cleaned out some of the kitchen cabinets. I wonder if anyone will notice the ancient cans of snapper turtle soup (boo!), chanterelles, stuffed grape leaves or refried beans are gone. I only threw out the really dusty ones, for pete's sake. Five bucks says that tomorrow someone-- someone of the male persuasion-- will dig old cans of crap out of the garbage to hoard for another 14 years.

I also took every single teabag that can be identified without the box and put them all in one big bin. It was like a teabag museum in there. Now it's all neat.

Tell me I lead a frivolous life.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:47 AM | shower me with attention