I owe so many things that I feel bad for lying in bed right now. Typing languidly.
Walked into the college kitchen today to borrow a pulveriser. And for some odd reason, started having tears stream down my face as the college chef scramble for tissue and funny anecdotes to help distract.
Distract the 3 year old in me.
I don't even cry often enough for myself to warrant such an episode.
Oh dear me, I feel so tired of living.
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