One.

"We were together. I forget the rest."
-Walt Whitman.

This morning equals success with the breakfast.
Unfortunately, we are having complications with the La plus Nat visiting plan. It involves the flu. I have this sudden gnawing in my head to go and buy myself some silver&gold. I wonder if I can find it in town.

Also, I have had the oddest hankering to wear coloured nylons. But I only have fuchsia. And I am determined to find blue and yellow at the end of Clothesless. Maybe purple too.

So here I am in my kitchen about to make more cinnamon roll dough, just off the phone with Nathan, and wanting to buy myself silver&gold and wear pink tights.
I just want to see my older sister.