On Cocoa and "Slings and Arrows"
I got home from work waaaay late. Work was meeting after meeting and additonal hours and less money. Work was amazingly bad. I still had work to do when I got home. The dog was hyper. I was hungry. There was nothing ready to eat and my head hurt and I was stressed. I hated my job and I despaired of finding anything that I can do that I won't hate. Ever.
It is possible I am hormonal. Or horribly, hugely depressed.
I go to my mailbox. Bill, bill, past due bill, BITCH WHERE IS OUR MONEY bill, junk. And an envelope from
sweetestdrain that says "Cheer up you melancholy Dane."
Best. Day. Ever.
Thank you.
It is possible I am hormonal. Or horribly, hugely depressed.
I go to my mailbox. Bill, bill, past due bill, BITCH WHERE IS OUR MONEY bill, junk. And an envelope from
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Best. Day. Ever.
Thank you.
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