Hawky dear, you make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside (like mold! Warm and fuzzy mooooold). Good times. We need to roll around more often, but without the itchiness next time.
I still have yet to see you lion dance! Tell me when your next charity fundraising show thinger is! I want to see you bounce up and down like an idiot!
That aside, I've gotten into this funk where I have to occupy my hands. I'm normally twitchy, but now I just have to make things compulsively, whether it's origami fish or duct tape ducks. I hope someday to make something semi-useful. Maybe a graduated salt shaker.
Hmm, time to start thinking of how to be productive. This utter lack of productivity is not going away, though the current method is to just try to be as unproductive as possible to get all the unproductivity out of my system (it's not working).
WORKWORKWORK! FORCE x DISTANCE! ENERGY! JOULES!
This music is still ridiculously addictive.
Rolling r's is fun. RrrrRRRRrrrrRRRrr.
(I personally don't mind writing in an emo manner. It gives me something to laugh about when I'm all grown up. If I grow up at all, that is.)
I should live up to my name and take a good flail in a quail dustbath. That sounds like fun.
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