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Watched a show about Christian, the London born lion, this morning on animal planet because it was five in the morning and everyone was asleep and there was nothing else on.
I'm sort of ashamed to admit that I teared up a little bit at the end. Because me+bittersweet stories of fluffy animals=tears. Especially things involving lions. I was traumatized by the Lion King when I was little.
Gathering at my aunt Amy's tonight to celebrate her and my grandpa's birthdays, which were this week. I'm not sure what time, but I'm sure I left myself plenty of time to get some rest before we leave. I didn't get much sleep at Toni's place on account of the snoring boys, who I was about to smother with a throw pillow.
So...sleep now. Or attempted sleep now.
I'm sort of ashamed to admit that I teared up a little bit at the end. Because me+bittersweet stories of fluffy animals=tears. Especially things involving lions. I was traumatized by the Lion King when I was little.
Gathering at my aunt Amy's tonight to celebrate her and my grandpa's birthdays, which were this week. I'm not sure what time, but I'm sure I left myself plenty of time to get some rest before we leave. I didn't get much sleep at Toni's place on account of the snoring boys, who I was about to smother with a throw pillow.
So...sleep now. Or attempted sleep now.