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I remember a time when I couldn't finish a cup of tea. Now, I drink gallons. Credit is also due to the horrible hacking cough I've gotten. And for some reason, which I will not reveal, my right eyebrow periodically twitches, an odd spasm of muscles at the most inconvenient and uncomfortable of times.

Oh you. You will not be named. But you are making my week just really not fun at all. As you did last week as well. You are the reason I read Sylvia Plath and watch sad movies and forget what my name is when I wake up in the mornings.

But I love to love so it's okay.