I am happy to go to bed.
Although, the day did not prove fruitful, it makes it easier for me to say "farewell you fucking day".
This blog shit is making me addicted to writing/thinking.
That couldn't have possibly happened in just three days...
I can't wait to get under the covers, Burt on his back by my legs and Rose curled up by my feet.
I am finding the little things.
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