i think omi gave me

whatever ass kicking babaluaiye put on her a few weeks back. girl, i love ya, but DAMN. i don't even wanna drink any tea. i always want tea. always. but now i feel like i can't (or shouldn't) sit up straight. the sad thing is that i knew the exact moment when i overdid it. and i kept going. i just couldn't leave well enough alone.

well, veggies, y'all have won another. lol. send me some recipes so i don't miss yard bird too much.