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Got the Tin Man beat

Turns out, I do have a heart. And right now, it appears NOT to have a hole in it.

Of course, that’s another prospective migraine cause that goes down the drain.

improv books are here

and waiting to be read. apartment is waiting to be cleaned. christmas cookies are waiting to be baked. presents are waiting to be bought and wrapped. i am here, stranded on the couch, my head alternately pounding and stabbing with pain. i’m on the verge of tears, wishing someone was here to take care of me, even though there’s nothing anyone could do, and i’d just be mean anyway. because, to quote Almost Famous, i’m “rebellious and ungrateful of [your] love”.

i think it’s time to go rummage around the freezer for the ice pack. and hope that that pound of frozen butter doesn’t fall on my foot again. because that really freaking hurt last night.

stupid hormones.

I’m sitting here, bawling in front of the live-action version of “Charlotte’s Web”. That Wilbur continues to be Some Pig, even 56 years after he was created.

I think I need to buy this book. It’s been too long since I read it.

Now where is my Kleenex?