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I’ve been driving a lot lately, and not for pleasure. Getting here and there I have passed just about every place that holds old memories.
Someone I love enough to take all his problems on to myself so he can be happy is hurting, and I can’t fix it. I can’t even make him feel better.
I am not happy at work. There isn’t much I can do about it. And no one will just listen to me without offering asinine solutions.
The first thing that happened to me Monday morning? I had to lay on a heating pad for almost an hour to be able to get up. The second? Tatum threw up on me.
I’ve been looking forward to today for two months, and when it arrived I couldn’t get excited.
I just had to warn my household that we may be finding carcass in the morning.
I don’t have any free time until Sunday. I am sleepy and overscheduled.
I am poor. My camera is broken, I need new shoes, I’m behind on my savings plan. I am broke.
So, this week is going great. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if I woke up face to face with The Carcass on my pillow.
I am mildly bummed out, but I know it will pass. I don’t know when I learned that I have the ability to just get through it, and laugh in the process, but I’m glad I believe in the light at the end of the tunnel.



