Ate a piece of paper thinking it was a rice paper wrapper today and felt like I was four again.
Then somebody called me Joyce and I felt like I was ten.
I thought I had an important call today but it's really tomorrow. I really should use this time wisely and either go grocery shopping or get a hair cut. But all I want is to go home, sip some cocoa (or better yet, tie guan ying), watch a movie, and sleep. It's what I've been doing on and off for the past month. And yet I'd still like more.
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