The cold this time. Getting out of bed is more than a chore. It takes everything. Just want to lay there. Warm. Sleepy. And drift off. Float more.
But there is plenty keeping me up. Gotta run. Gotta keep the commerce spilling over the top of the dam. Gotta keep up.
It's all ok, though. Because this year, it looks like I'll get the cold out of the way well before the actual holiday road trip.
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get yourself a 2 year old who goes to daycare fulltime...then you'll be immune to the fucking SARS virus.
you can borrow mine for a few months...ha. in return for a bottle of good gin.
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I think that she would miss you, and especially miss the balanced meals. We don't do side-dishes around here. She would probably get sick as shit with the cats crawling all over her too. It would make me too sad.
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