Just ignore the fact that this post is appearing on the 23rd and not the 12th as it claims, and accept that you’ve just taken a ride in the TARDIS.
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I’m reorganizing the fridge and putting away the groceries the Housemates brought home while they start dinner preparations. I remark on the large quantity of strawberries.
HM: Yeah, we need to eat those tonight. But on the plus side, it will give us an excuse to break out the squirty cream.
(NB: “Squirty cream” refers to whipped cream in an aerosol can, a la Reddi Whip. And Keegan is completely addicted to it.)
On Thursday, I felt like shit all day. The moment my eyes opened that morning, shock waves raced over my skull. “That’s not a good sign for how the day’s going to go…” And then there were the waves of nausea throughout the day… And exhaustion, light-headedness… Continue reading