What do you get when you ask Angry Angela to tell her sister Hysterical Hillary to inform Fatty Felicia that she cannot have Jack in the Box tonight? They are triplets, just turned 15 years old, it's that time of month. Yeah, welcome to my head.
I slept in until way too late and then did homework like a marathon runner with brief water and pee breaks.
Jump to me at the gym and trying.
Take out the recycling.
I was in a daze all day today and still feel like it. While I was at the gym, I thought about just accepting that the daze was the new life. I hope not. I don't like it.
I do like the silk robe. But it's about too hot these days. Grr. I'm over the Phoenix summer.
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