Today I counted seventeen separate cases of the hiccups. I'm just tired from trying to think up ways to get rid of them all. (I think my body has grown immune to all of the typical methods.)
Last night I had a dream that we were performing the Wiz again for some kids during school. Except we had no costumes and half the songs we sang were from Little Shop.
I think I'm feeling separation anxiety from Molly.
Just when I think I've mustered up enough common sense to convince myself that this crush is quite frankly, a dead-end, he gets all... funny.. and cute.