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sickness is the hanging cloud. it is no longer the bully that punches me down to the ground over and over, but its' cloud of symptoms remain and continue to rain on me. The morning is much more civilized and easy to handle. Everyone is sleepy. I am sleepy. All is well, because I have a book, and I am writing weird cryptic post-it notes and putting them on my computer. luigi was so good to us, and we figured things out and it was so nice to sit with those two wonderful people playing that game. luigi was always my favorite. well, there was a short period when i really got into toad, because he was so strong in that one game, but in this one he is always crying and he never helps you. luigi has a quiet dignity. |