“Fish fuck in water.” So said my ex-brother-in-law about why he never drank water.
I mean, he’s not wrong.
But they don’t fuck in my actual glass of drinking water, so…
I love water. I’m composed largely of water. And is there anything quite as delicious as a cool glass of water on a hot day when you’re thirsty?
So it’s funny that, even though I know I need to drink more water, and I actively want to drink more water, I will avoid drinking the glass of water in front of me. Dunno why. Then I’ll drink the whole thing down in one and wonder if I’m gonna explode.
So—your thoughts on water, please. Set your timer for 5 minutes. Go!
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Notes in the Margin
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