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Anyway, it appears that three Jen[n][i][e][y]s isn't enough to implode the universe, although it does make life easy when making introductions ("Sarah, these are Jenny"). We shall continue searching for other members of the Collective.
We visited Holier Than Thou, where despite already having captive balls, I bought 2 more. I confused a Small Child by woffling my nose at her, and fed
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Apparently (according to
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We were given crayons in Old Orleans, and we left an Elephant's bottom and Cthulhu on the tablepaper.
I resisted the Lure of Lush, despite
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It was a Grand Day Out :)
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I hate colds.
I hate how I switch between feeling hyperventilated and oxygen-starved. I hate how my ears feel as if they want to sneeze. I hate how my nose won't get *properly* blocked, or *properly* clear, but hovers somewhere in between where it's just irritating. I hate getting out of breath again, just as the Running Thing was starting to make it easier to walk up hills (such as the one to the Ally Pally) without being gasping at the top. I hate not getting a good night's sleep because of waking up & needing to drain my head.