I'm drinking camomile tea again.
Yuck.
Hey, and it's starting to, well, not irritate, but sort of creep me out that one of my roommates thinks I'm so bizarre. (She keeps telling me, in a tone that suggests both admiration and a disquieting zoo-like fascination.) I've never considered myself exactly run-of-the-mill, but I'm not *that* bizarre. Or am I?
On the upside, they still all love my cooking.
Hey, and it's starting to, well, not irritate, but sort of creep me out that one of my roommates thinks I'm so bizarre. (She keeps telling me, in a tone that suggests both admiration and a disquieting zoo-like fascination.) I've never considered myself exactly run-of-the-mill, but I'm not *that* bizarre. Or am I?
On the upside, they still all love my cooking.