Today in the car, Anna and I discussed what it would be like if one were to go through life in random spurts of childhood narration.
This came about because I had started to inadvertently do this mid-sentence.
"So yeah, I was working on the project and I couldn't get it to work and...
That man is BALD!...
...And I still don't understand how to input and output the files...
There are lots of people in that van, Bobby has three marbles, my dad knows how to grill.
are we working out later?"
I probably shouldn't have eaten Stacy's play dough. Mom will be mad.
In other news...I may or may not have lost my mind today. I haven't decided yet.
..Laura
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