I think I have a fever.
I'm feeling kind of low.
The birds are too loud this night.
The gas station down the road -- the one usually closed at night -- is open to business right now at 2 am.
I bite my nails too much.
I wish I had Duckman on DVD.
I saw the movie Holes.
Ice melts too fast.
The church sign down the road is too bright.
I want to build my own submarine.
I enter too many contests. No, I loose at too many contests. That's it.
I'd love a new mattress, but not one of those Tempur-Pedic ones. Foam, any kind, bothers me.
It will rain.
Yeah.