I picked a scab. For about the 7th time. I really need to stop, or else it will never go away.
That's why I don't have contacts, too! But I think I need to just suck it up and get them. I look better without them.
I'm listening to Raul sing. I've never actually listened to a lot of the stuff on his site. It's lovely lovely.
"Blow out the candles, Robert, and make a wish. Want something. Want something."
Wishes come true, not free.