Do you like my flowers? Hope not. They're suppose to be ugly. I've had to look at those flowers for three years as I brush my teeth. No more. (This rambling will make sense soon.)
What's Journalitis you might ask? It's like Senioritis, but with a journal. I'm so close to being finished and my attention and gusto is starting to wane. Stick in there Ben. You're almost there.
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