Blast this cold. I hate colds. Colds suck ass. Or, as I can only pronounce it now: Coldth thuck ath! So, life is life. Life continues on in a pattering of nonsense; we all try and make sense of the chaos rather than embrace it as it is. Agh, my nose is running again. I think I need a hot bath, and a cup of tea. And a hug. But there's no one home at the moment. Not that I would hug my parents. I think I've hugged my dad twice in my life. Well, twice after my, like, eleventh birthday. I was never much of a touchy kid. Physically, anyway. I was always very emotionally touchy. I cried over everything. I still do, I think. I read somewhere that left handed people tend to be more emotional than right handed people. I think I can attest to that. Also, they tend to be messier, more creative, and generally have higher IQ's. Well, my room is a chaotic jumble of god-only-knows-what. I've gotten very high marks in all my arts related classes. I don't know about the IQ thing, but both my parents are members of Mensa? Does that count for anything? Eh, probably not. Gads. I have to sneeze. But I can't. I hate that. Now I go to bathe, and drink tea, and get out of my house coat which I've been lazing around in all day. Maybe my mother is right. Maybe I am lazy. Hm. Imagine that. . Rosie.
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