i am starting to think i prefer a small bed while home. it ceases to remind me of the empty other half, and i am that much farther away from the treadmill (!!) that my parents put in my room. the treadmill's scrolling graphics provide a nice nightlight, i guess. i guess. my stomach is rejecting being home, it's turning over and over and over i don't know how to eat real food anymore. it's nice though, my mom and i gave the cat a bath last night. no matter how many times i do it, it's always funny. yes, home is nice and familiarity is having the girls in my kitchen.
when lia goes home, the thing she looks forward to is baths, and her bathtub. more than anything else. i like that.
1 comment:
1. did you take that photo?
2. i thought of an experiment:
cat + slow-moving treadmill = ?
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