my room smells like tuna

I've been doing a lot of thinking these past couple of days (not really), and here's what I've come up with:

-I actually don't hate children as much as I thought I did. When the little neighbor girl smiled at me, my heart was riddled with warm fuzzies.

-I do, however, hate creepy men who stand outside Dimple and loudly whisper perverse things.

-Also, it's not lupus.

Have a good Thanksgiving, everyone.