I really don't know what I was thinking when I bought this. Do you think cognitive ability decreases at 4:00am? Mine probably does. I don't know. It looked good at the time for some reason, but now I'm not too sure where to begin. If you don't know what this is it's a pomelo.
I didn't do much today. They told me not to go into clinic, but I went anyways because I'm a good person. Actually the truth is I forgot and drove all the way to Sacramento because it's already programmed into my brain. I really like old people. They're usually very kind. Most of them tell me that I'm "quite charming." I'm not sure if that's something to be happy about because aren't guys supposed to be charming? Or is that an incorrect assumption stemming from childhood actuation of Disney's Prince Charming ideology? Grandma candy makes me happy. I never eat it, but I feel like it's a prized possession to them or something. When I'm a grandma I'll carry around grandma candy too... though in my case they might just think I'm a pedophile in disguise.
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