I'm sitting at home, not feeling well, reciting, "It's a derigibal gerbal! It's a derigiberbal!"

Orange juice and goldfish, that's what I'm living off of right now.

Oh, and the thoughts of why something is spelled the way it is. I've been saying words so many times in my head that they don't sound right anymore. They sound odd, and not correct. Weird.

Save me from myself!

A body meet a body comin' through the rye...

Hippy Pappy Bithday Isabel!
- love tilly