The insomnia is crazy. At night when I should be sleeping I'm pacing our apartment, squeezing our kitties, and thinking about marshmallows. Napkins. Cellulite. My overuse of "...". How Nick and I went to see Coraline 3D for Valentine's Day. There I was, 3D glasses over my eyeglasses, bitter that we are surrounded by kids (how dare they), and wondering why every time we go to the theater we always get stuck behind the person with big hair/hat/head doused in an ungodly amount of cheap cologne. You know that person.
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