Talking To My Hand
Thursday, March 11, 2010
I Thirst
Kayla asked if she can take a drink from the tall glass on my bedside table.
Like any ideal, loving mother, I drained the glass first before giving it to her.
I wasn't even thirsty.
Now I have to go to the bathroom.
I thirst... I pee.
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