I'm paranoid and I can't stop itching. Gah! Just the thought of fleas makes little pieces of little cells go all haywire and start dancing wee jigs across my shoulder blades and inner ear and shin bones and clavicle. Who spiked my applesauce!
Late work night--want to finish up but not have to work later tomorrow on account of it's a-my birfday. Yuh-herrr. *scratch scratch*
Hoo. I feel portly. Blah.
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