The other day I drank coffee, a rarity, and thought about how awake it made me feel. A few hours later I forced myself to eat a piece of unsweetened baking chocolate, because it is, perhaps counterintuitively, very easy for me to digest. Today I took down the spice rack from one inner cupboard door and reinstalled it on another. I had to improvise, as I have few tools.
I listen to my local public radio station as I weave and unweave at the loom of language, blend greens into pesto. These people stutter; I miss MI-chelle Norris. Because of the Internet, we may simply develop a higher tolerance for embarrassment. My skin is variously discolored, more or less explicably. I have a splotch on my hand that appeared spontaneously but looks exactly like the 2-month old burn on my knee from scalding tea. I seem to be suffering from a cognitive disorder that I can't identify...aphasia?
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