friday, ilia crawled to me, probably because he was so happy with his new room that he wanted to hug me. He hasn't quite crawled forward today, he did crawl in every possible direction, just not forward. ;)
at night my mind does not much care if what it thinks is here or there it tells me stories it invents and makes up thinks that don't make sense I don't know why it does this stuff the real world seems quite weird enough *calvin & hobbes' - BILL WATTERSON
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