So there are predatory mice hunting the crickets in my office.
This is not an office.
Thank you random outrageous stomach ache for slowing me down today.
Because of you I was able to watch a very interesting piece about Saudi Arabia by British journalist Frank Gardner.
Because of you I was able to read/skim a fictional story about Native American lycanthropy that had been untouched in my iBooks and then delete for being subpar. Perhaps something by Dostoyevsky next?
Looking on the bright side does not make my stomach feel any better.
Drinking mint tea is not making my stomach feel better.
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