Jan. 2, 2013 – It was so cold this morning that my nostrils stuck together. I laughed about this until I realized that I may not have nostrils. Then I panicked thinking if I don’t have nostrils, I may not have a nose. If I don’t have a nose, then how am I able to breathe? What if I’m not even alive?! What if I’m just a figment of Sawyer’s imagination? But then, she pecked me on the back of the head and I snapped out of it. I’d kill for a worm.