I caught a sickness and my head thumps a million thick bricks and my throat is a scratchy. I feel hot and itchy and I am all kinds of tired. I have a count down in school. Three, four, five weeks and then the long stretch of summer when I can live three weekly lives.
The studio is coming along thanks to long hard work, my willingness to be flexible, and the neighborhood's unwavering support in the form of surprise donations of interior paint.
I want a hot rub down with oil and the hands of a well-trained masseuse.
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