I knit and felt a backpack for a supercoolbaby I know...
I turn the intended pocket for aforementioned backpack into a supercoolphone cozy...
I take blue pictures of the cows, Lenny & Lenny, across the street...
and blue pictures of the waterfight happening just outside my bedroom window...
And I listen to three Harry Potter books while walking the dog; no matter how amazingly brilliant the delivery by Stephen Fry, the same really horrible stuff still happens. Every time. I cry a lot. I've now moved on to Dune, read by someone sounding amazingly like Steven Hawking, without the hardware.
I turn the intended pocket for aforementioned backpack into a supercoolphone cozy...
I take blue pictures of the cows, Lenny & Lenny, across the street...
and blue pictures of the waterfight happening just outside my bedroom window...
And I listen to three Harry Potter books while walking the dog; no matter how amazingly brilliant the delivery by Stephen Fry, the same really horrible stuff still happens. Every time. I cry a lot. I've now moved on to Dune, read by someone sounding amazingly like Steven Hawking, without the hardware.
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