S keeps moving in her bed, trying to breathe. I tell her to get out from under that blanket, and she laughs like an idiot. She tells me I'm smothering her. Dang girl I'm like 3 feet away from you.
Everybody is watching Omar out in the living room. S is kinda weird tonight I think. She just commented on a lyric of Afraid to Read.
"He hears his mother toss in bed, when he slips in at dawn..."
Comment from S: Who cares? Stop blabbing about people's motives and all that. You're so busybody.
I'm still coughing. Guess I should eat some honey eh? *scratches head*
Ten more days until November is over. I've never liked November. The name just seems so... evil.
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