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Me, I'm fried. Missed the big going-away party last night. Was too tired from Pride and dog stuff after. Plus the dog has digestive issues again. Then I was having trouble sleeping when I could sleep, and having to get up all night with her. Plus I'm fighting some kind of bug again. Today at softball scrimmage Lu & I just watched.
It felt kinda isolated, but Crazy Hat Ross came over and hung with us a bit, taking a break. I think she's a pretty good egg, that one.
Got clothes in the dryer. So much of the time it feels like it's all I can do to cope with the basics of life and get a little socializing in.
There goes Bert with his recycling. Once in a blue moon I beat him getting the trash out. Damn, I still have to do the litter box and trash, on top of my homework and Sunday evening get-together.
At least the dog's splooting a little less.
And that's the current reportage of the Dear Diary sort, minus the details of the dark nights of the soul.
It felt kinda isolated, but Crazy Hat Ross came over and hung with us a bit, taking a break. I think she's a pretty good egg, that one.
Got clothes in the dryer. So much of the time it feels like it's all I can do to cope with the basics of life and get a little socializing in.
There goes Bert with his recycling. Once in a blue moon I beat him getting the trash out. Damn, I still have to do the litter box and trash, on top of my homework and Sunday evening get-together.
At least the dog's splooting a little less.
And that's the current reportage of the Dear Diary sort, minus the details of the dark nights of the soul.
