Today I woke up and went to the dentist, who hurried because I was the last one until she clocked out.
Went to Borders to pick up my icky English reads (tho I do kinda want to read A Separate Peace).
Got home and slept for five hours (I spent the entire last night writing because I kept thinking of good things as soon as I shut off the light and closed my eyes.)
Dinner.
Walk. Tested out my ankle. I can walk with the brace.
Then Valerie's journal entry made my day. I love Squidge (and pasty Max). 3nodding
OH! "She wished for sleep to whisk her away on the chariot of nightmares, and wasn't even gifted that." Pretty, isn't it? biggrin
And I read lots yesterday.
The end.
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You see? Everybody loves Squidge. crying