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If my sinuses and the way I unintentionally gave much of my life story to a barista that simply asked how I was doing this morning mean anything, I believe I've been infected by whatever truth telling is going on. This is your general word of warning, because I can't promise I won't give my life story all over again and I'd hate to bore. It also made me late for work this morning.

That said, as absolutely irritating as this place has been the last month or so, it seems my home is here. The key was in my apartment and I saw it while walking to the shop. Much of my belongings are there, too. So--that is a nice change of pace.

Much will still need to be done for proper forgiveness, but at least I will have my own bed to sleep in tonight.

[If you think this is you, it is! Please pretened these were delivered on like, Monday, April 8th, because Envy is a slacker]

Hello.

I am very itchy and sad and grumpy and tired all over and I would like to stop scratching, please.






And my feathers are falling out.

I think this is a problem.