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This is the best Sunday I've ever had where I really didn't do everything I wanted to
and started with a nightmare.
My head is killing me, and I just got back from the old folks home
and let me tell you
my gramma is old, crazy and hilarious.
Spent the better part of three hours with her talkin about ... hell everything really.
In the meantime, my lips are chapped, and I'm running very low on pain killers. But I've really come to two profound ideas this week.
Sometimes, it really is
YOUR
fault.
And its not always about you.
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Also, when I go for a walk, please keep your 8 months pregnant twelve year old inside.
I don't need to be that depressed on such a sunny day.
At least I'm not doing what I was a year ago
and that was probably drinking.
Heavilly. Before noon.
Let's check shall we?
