A Leapt Frog


Plan A: give up soda again

Plan B: keep relentlessly freaking out for no good reason because you’re caffeinated within an inch of your life.

The rest of this was written in a letter to someone else.  More likely than not, it wasn’t you.  It wasn’t you, either.

Tooth. Not worse. Perhaps, better?  Other insanities filling in the space, though.