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Monday, December 19, 2005

Another Day

Today I wish I still smoked because I would have a cigarette.

Today I'm tempted to stay online all day so that my phone won't ring.

Today I want to lay on the couch and watch TV while my baby sleeps on my chest and do nothing else.

Today I thought I might have a beer for lunch, but I probably won't because I had 5 last night.

Today I don't regret having those five beers.

Today I am annoyed because it snowed and I won't be able to take the baby on walk. The stroller wasn't made for snow.

Today I feel fat, possibly from the 5 beers.

Today I woke up too early, I didn't get enough sleep last night, and I have a headache.

Today I feel like bitching. And I did. This morning. I don't feel like I bitched enough, but I've run out of things to say.

Today I'm pissed that I get so much junk email.

Today I visited Post Secret and one of the secrets was "Just because I try not to talk about it...does not mean I'm over it, that I feel better, or that I'm ever going to be okay." That's one of my secrets.

Today is a day I feel like crying, but I don't have any tears.

Today is the first time in a very long time that I really crave that cigarette.

Today I need baby formula and diapers.

Today I absolutely do not want to drive in the snow. I hope I last the day without running out of those things.

Today the dog is afraid of me and rightly so.

Today a 'boise girl wants sex'. At least that's what someone searched on Yahoo and came to my blog. Weird.

Today feels like it could be a bad day.

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