Dear Brain,
We're sick. We need to sleep. We do /not/ need you keeping us up until ungodly hours of the night because /you/ can't settle down. Knock it off.
No love,
Shira

Still sick today. I hate being sick.

*curls up in bed and is generally miserable*

Headache, sore throat, runny nose. No fever though, which is good.

Still, it's /summer/. Colds are for /winter/.

Still, down time equals lots of T.V. watching and lots of writing, so I really shouldn't complain too much.

*whines anyways*

Dear self,

"hobbits" is not even close to being the same word as "habits". Also, every words in a sentence has a purpose. Please stop skipping words while writing, especially the important ones.

Love,
Self

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The ceiling fan was making noises like it's going to explode.

I told it that it was just getting it's hopes up, since it is a ceiling fan, and is therefore (I hope) non-combustible.

It has since switched over to really obnoxious whining.

I think not melting into a puddle of cytoplasmic goo in the heat is worth the noise.

Oh my god.

Aaron Hotchner is the Atticus Finch of television.

It's summer vacation, and I have nothing to do except watch Criminal Minds DVDs, read, play on the internet, and write.

Not that that's a bad thing...

If zombies ever attack, I feel confident in my ability to kill them with this SAT prep book. The thing is the size of a brick.

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