13,458 Days Alive
I still have a gnarly-looking bruise from where I got my shot this past weekend. And my arm still hurts. I hate being an adult sometimes.
Speaking of adult things, I need to get out of bed on time in the morning. I was eight minutes late to work today and that’s just not groovy.
I’m tired. I took a nap at my desk on lunch today. I tried to crochet for a bit, but couldn’t keep my eyes open. I’m just so tired lately. I’m hoping I can get some good rest tonight and wake up refreshed.
Mentally, I’m not doing too great. I’m sad; I miss my dad. Oh, and as if things weren’t odd enough! Someone called me today looking for my ex-wife! What the fuck???
And J leaves the state tomorrow. I’m so sad for me, but so happy for her and Bill6. I think Ohio will be a good change for them.
I hung out with Cleo this evening. It was fun. They made a buffalo chicken dip we ate with veggies and chips, with a side of macaroni salad.
Anyway, I’m going to appease the Duolingo owl and crawl into bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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