I've had a huge rasperita in my fridge for a few weeks and refused to touch it. I was perfectly context just tasting the nice flavor of the tiny cranberita cans that didn't do much for my feelings, but quenched my thirst. Well, I drank the razz. The whole thing that I would typically share. I took my time with it and now while I'm working on a lesson plan I keep getting distracted because I miss everything about her.
I mean I forced a break from work to play, and cook, and some other things. But I'm trying to complete another awesome lesson but maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, *shouts at self* FOCUS INDI, FREAKIN FOCUS!!!!!!!