A Typical Sunday Night...
...consists of staying up late and waiting for the pills to kick in.
Sometimes alcohol is involved. Tonight it's not. This week is going to be rough, I can feel it. It's more than just days on the calendar, too. There's much more to it than that. I think I might have to crawl under the big blue blanket my sister crocheted for me oh so many years ago and wait this one out 'til late September.
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I heart u & if u want to arrange a conference booze/call I'm all for it. Words have been banging unsolicited in my head for the last few days. Can't we just skip this month - I still get my birthday but i know this year it will hurt like the knife twist it was meant to be.
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