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I CAN'T FEEL MY TONGUE.

And I have never been more happy.

Anbesol makes me happy numb.

La la la la la la la.

PS: Stratford on Tuesday!

Ooh, also! I finally got nice wool to knit with. And I've started purling! I fucking love knitting. But I only knit with my hat on.

Tee hee. Hat.

I'm a little piece of tin...

... Nobody knows where I have been...

A little change in colour will do us all good.

I typed a letter to my penpal, but it almost seems like cheating. I have to read 'Night', then write some paper thing on it, but it depresses me to even think about.

I'm just lazing about the house, thinking about the stockboy and not reading the book.

I found pink playdough. This is unnerving, as I have not played with Playdough since I was in kindergarten, so how the heck do I have any in my room?

I am in mouth agony. Only two things make it better: knitting, and Bash slash. And of course the Anbesol. But since there is a decided lack of Bash slash, and my fingers are numb and I keep dropping stiches, I'm going to suck on some more Anbesol and go to bed. Call me in time for Christmas...