My daughter is sitting at the table playing Operation (the Spongebob one). I've played about eight games before I couldn't play anymore. She's happy, though, and that's all the counts.
Work is shit. Life is far from ideal. My girl is smiling, though, and that makes things all the better.
I laid out my plans in my head and how I want to get from point A to point B with all the steps in between. It won't be an easy road, but I do think it is all fairly obtainable. Just going to forget the extraneous nonsense. Put the boots on. (How I am loving that phrase, and some of you know where it came from.)
I am tired.
My daughter is happy.
What do you want? To rest.
2 comments:
is part of your plan shooting god in the face?
It's starting to feel that way. Ahh, the beauty of rage.
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