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First, I must admit that I did indeed steal green tomatoes from my neighbor’s yard on Wednesday and send them home to my mother. They were on my side of the fence, and she needed them I assure you. Perhaps I’ll go to hell, but at least it will be for a good reason. <\/p>\n

I seem to be punished for it. I have had an evil return of the acid reflux problems—burping and acid and boiling. I can’t figure out what I’ve changed greatly about my eating. I promise that I didn’t eat any of those tomatoes. Both of them went to Virginia. All I can think of is that I was perhaps eating regular meals while my sister was in town, and my schedule is all wacky again now that she’s gone. I also remember trying a tropical punch Fuze Tuesday night. It contained some pineapple juice and turned out to be a bad idea; but could it have caused all this? It doesn’t feel good, and I am really quite unpleasant to be around. Good thing I don’t have friends around to listen to this horror.<\/p>\n

Yesterday, I went to Pages for All Ages<\/a>, the local indy bookstore, to take advantage of my birthday discount. I got two YA books that dabble in multimodal kinds of writing in some way:<\/p>\n