So it seems the year is ending in a week, and it seems the last week of the year will is Week of Books. OK. I'll decide on January 1 what the past year is called.
I don't know what to say anymore. I've cleaned the sofa today, and I'll put the books on the sofa. It's closer.
Yeah, it occurred to me a long time ago that since I only eat one meal a day, I can afford much better stuff. So enough with the dusty snacks next year, OK? I've had all the spices anyway, so let's just get better raw food, too. Would it help to stockpile berries now? Would you feel better if I ate a whole lot of berries every day? I need to wake up earlier.
I do like a freshly cleaned home. Between you and I I don't really trust other people to clean my home. I'm not a germophobe but I can't stand people who are not careful.
Anyway. Look. Time Terror.