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The ativan upstairs is singing me a song. it's not a very inventive song and it's overly familiar, and it's pissing me off, but not enough for me to dump said ativan down the toilet (yet).

But we visited Funnyface, and I did some dishes, and Frye spent most of the day in my lap, and I read cookbooks and fanfiction. Now for some super-sweet peppermint tea and a very silly movie. I had more to say, but it all seems stuck in my fingers.