I'm at home now and David is here with me because Christina doesn't get finished with work until later. Did anyone ever notice my house is huge? It's huge. Huge and intimidating and there's stairs everywhere and all doors and windows and big big dalmations that attack me with their huge wiggling bodies. That's not what I needed right now. I think he made my broken wrist, to quote Caleb, 'more brokener' when it hit the wall as I fell to the ground.
It's good to be home though. I'm being a naughty boy and sitting on the sofa because I'm sick of lying in a bed. I know. I'm a rebel. Liz keeps fluttering around like a great blonde butterfly, asking me if I want to do things, or if I need things. And I'm being remarkably difficult. At least I'm aware of that! What I want to do is sit right here on the sofa and forget the last two weeks ever happened.
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