Nothing left for me to do but dance

I took the asthma control test today. I think I failed. Turns out you can't sike the American Lung Association. Whatever. I'll just take a deep, satisfying breath and wait to successfully self-diagnose myself with some other crippling genetic disease.

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Home was amazing. It's always nice to see the posse back in action, but there weren't near enough mom jokes. I suppose those are most fruitful when barked from behind scattered desks in an office with a giant, mysterious Coke stain on the floor. These precious things...