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I patted the nose of a Zatz-it this afternoon. It was lots of fun. I used the Three-Seater-Zatz-it-Nose-Patting-Extension, because Zatz-its have six knees and are much too tall to pat the noses of. They have rather soft noses though. Then I watched breathlessly as the Glikker juggled cucumber seeds. After that excitement, I had green eggs and ham forced on me by some little jerk named Sam-I-am, only to discover that I had a wocket in my pocket, and that a quimney is living ever so happily in my chimney.
I'm not going insane, but I do believe I am experiencing some age regression. I spent pretty much the whole day reading, again, Dr. Seuss books. I have decided that he is my favorite author. The man was a genius.
That concludes my rambling, Seussical nonsense.
Peace.
I'm not going insane, but I do believe I am experiencing some age regression. I spent pretty much the whole day reading, again, Dr. Seuss books. I have decided that he is my favorite author. The man was a genius.
That concludes my rambling, Seussical nonsense.
Peace.