
Breakfast. Pineapple spears & blueberry Clif Bar.

Work. On the way home, I drove down the same road I drive down every day, but I didn't recognize anything and thought I was lost. I may be dying.

Home. I was greeted by scrumptious Venus de Milo soup.
And these insane yet adorable children.

Dusk. Next Food Network Star, which is my new favorite show.

Current. There are noises at the door, and I'm too afraid to investigate. Lurking psychopath, please be as swift and painless as possible.
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