It's Mother's Day. Please make it go away. I haven't heard anything from my Brother about going out to the cemetery. If I'm lucky I can just hide in bed and pretend it never happened. I have no family. Only the cat.
I measured the height of the balcony to the concrete below. It's only 12 feet.
Mail was an add from my cable provider selling digital phone. I'm trying to care. The flyer went right to the conveniently located bin by the mail boxes.
My head and neck are aching. I'm tired and want to turn in. Kitty is having her "4am" snack. I saw a rumor Blake will sing Sting's "Roxanne" on Tuesday. I hate that song. He's trying to drive me away, isn't he?
Perhaps he's trying to take a dive and not risk getting into the finals with the hold he won't be a contract slave.
1 comment:
What is with your grumpy mood in the last few posts?
You need to happy-up, young man!
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