For Christmas, Hattie gave my dad a red envelope filled with dollars and quarters. "It would be a pleasure if you would escort me to Best Buy so that I can buy you digitally remastered Beatles albums," it said.
My mom got us onesie pajamas.
I've been sick with a cold for eleven days. When I broke out in a rash, I finally went to see a doctor, but they said it's just viral and there's nothing I can do but rest and continue to take pseudophedrine. I think all this pseudophedrine is making me retarded. I've been making a lot of jokes about throwing myself down a well.
Add to that lots of stress at home, which I've been alleviating by prolific shopping.
Dreamed I moved to Los Angeles and got around by bicycle. Los Angeles looked like New Mexico.