I woke up this morning and Bruce Atticus (my computer) wasn't connecting to the internet because he doesn't like me anymore. Once Paul came over, of course, he started to behave.
Six weeks ago, I got my ears pierced. I cleaned them regularly and anxiously awaited the day when I wouldn't have to sleep in my studs, because they made my ears so dang tender. Yesterday, for Valentine's day, I took out the studs and put in these other pretty earrings that matched my engagement ring. Then, when I had to sleep, I took them out. And this morning my ears had two pea-sized balls of tissue and who knows what else in them, and I can't get any earrings through them without drawing blood and pus. Gross, I know. I'm not too happy about it myself.
Boo on 89 days!
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