Mom sent me an email last night asking if I was still mad. My sister asked me earlier if I was cranky.
I was up at 4 this morning, someone shot up a place I once worked (the Navy Yard), and I ran over Claren with my chair.
Nice start.
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dear boy.
xx
jtg
It got worse. Minutes after I posted, my glasses fell off my face into the toilet. And don't get me started about the issues today.
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