Meanwhile, we’re really getting mute lugging the same vanity up to new windows every time barometric disturbances ache my left knee. An ambitious life should feel around paying too much attention to breathing, but I keep ending up with agile math. Anyway, what the fuck? Should we start a podcast? I'm pregnant! I want to inherit every house in Ireland. I want to set a deadline for gathering myself a huge orating voice. I want a strawberry smoothie, a whole rotisserie chicken, 100 pre-peeled clementines, shfooyadell to dip in dark chocolate, and a vat of french onion soup.