13,307 Days Alive
4 Small Slices of Pizza Eaten
I’ve got a hundred miles to go tomorrow, one way. I’m going down to the Cape to go see my stepmother and stepsister.
There’s a certain irony, however accidental, that I’m going to see them tomorrow. It’s the third anniversary of my late not-father’s death.
I still miss him. I have the Papas, of course, but I’m still sad.
Work went all right.
We went grocery shopping after work so now we have food in the house.
I’m tired.
Take your meds, folks.
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