My tonsils just came out, so talking and eating aren’t things I’m doing very well at the moment. What I can do is type, and refuse food.
In some ways I’m restricted, yet that naturally, in a relative sense, increases my enjoyment of certain lesser-appreciated amenities. There’s Jello, and ice cream, and this hot, hot jazzy ditty from quickly, quickly. It’s not that I don’t usually spend my time indulging in the three, I’m just much more appreciative of them.
Anyways, nine times out of ten I spend my time focusing on the music, but today the Jello trumps and so I’ll be off now. Tra-la-la x