I hope tomorrow is great, too.
Trying to sleep but having problems. So tired but terribly restless. And hot. It's November, why is it so dreadfully hot?
May I not pick up the language of the people I associate with.
So pleased with life right now. lol
"Why, you miserable, cowardly, wretched little caterpillar!
Don't you ever want to become a butterfly?
Don't you want to spread your wings and flap your way to glory?"
Don't you ever want to become a butterfly?
Don't you want to spread your wings and flap your way to glory?"
Allergies. All kinds of nastiness.
Here's to a good tomorrow. Over and out.
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