Test today. Stress. Yes, I'm stressed. I made a very high score. Which means lots of medicine, lots of excercise, and I'll never eat anything good again as long as I live. So do I want to live to 90 eating curds and whey, or do I want to live to 88 eating Coletta's pizza? I'll take 88. Oh well I'm pouting, aren't I? My lip is sticking out farther than my nose right now. To everything there is a season.
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