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I don’t think I understand IKEA’s new product display.  It looks like a crime scene at Bob Vila’s house.  Oh the Swedes.

If you’re slowly reading today’s diary there’s a good reason; it’s because it was slowly written.  I had a splinter in my finger yesterday.  I didn’t realize it was there until it was well embedded in my skin, gross.  It was painful to remove.  Then, later, I took a pot out of the oven using my bare hand.  Ouch!  To prevent anything else from happening I’m going to put on some gloves.

dier diuduj orhs jdj djii nje dkdk kmnyg.  MASYBNE gloives baaads idear

AVE ANIUCE DAUY!

PS Happy Birthday, Mom!